| It’s that man comin up from that land of tha C-P-T
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| (What's my motherfuckin name? — Snoop) Eazy-E
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| Comin thru with a big lick for '94
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| Showin alla y’all them true-ass gangsta flows
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| So bow-wow bow-wow the big dog’s in town
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| and them guts is the only thing a nigga pound
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| Laid back as I blow a fat sack
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| Hittin switches for them bitches, hittin corners in a Cadillac
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| So take a ride on tha ruthless side
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| with the E to the A-Z-Y
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| That nigga makin more off yo hits than you do you fools, need to recognize this crew when I roll through
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| Tryin to speak up on tha OG, nigga you don’t know me Break em off these nuts lil wanna-be
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| Cause I peel caps if need be And ain’t nothin you gonna bring don’t see me Just tah let U know…
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| Chorus: repeat 2X
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| One more time for the rhyme again
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| Comin from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
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| Just tah let U know
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| Just tah let U know
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| Verse Two:
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| It’s the E comin up from the gank
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| so nigga let me ride all the way to the bank
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| Coz ain’t nuthin on my mind but the gips
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| Gotta have a grip, run a nigga dip
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| Back to the pass on the Compton streetz
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| Where the niggaz get beat when us gangstas meet
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| And fools gettin mad coz they can’t ride like I ride
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| Front n back, dippin side to side
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| And it’s been like that since I was a BG
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| It’s the E, that’s what they scream when they see me Mama said every day is like this
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| Fools screamin that I put em in a twist
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| Thought you had it bad, isn’t really all good
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| If the homies only knew in the hood
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| That you was gettin done like a two dollar hoe
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| It’s just a lil something from the E tah let U know…
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| Verse Three:
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| It’s still the C-P-T, nuthin more, nuthin less
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| On a quest to put that bomb in my chest
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| Coz them busta-ass niggaz can’t see what I’m sayin
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| They think the E be playin
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| But I ain’t givin up nuthin but this glock in yo mouth
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| So recognize that and get yo punk ass knocked out
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| So if you wanna ride nigga jump on in Sip a cup o’gin. |
| Ain’t no friends when it come to ends
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| So no hard feelings when you niggaz be dealin
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| with the original Compton criminal
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| Coz the only thing poppin is a snaps
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| and ain’t no fun when a nigga be tap perhaps
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| but a nigga like the E ain’t trippin though
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| I’m just here tah let U niggaz know…
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| You have your own freedom of choice
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| So you do what the fuck you feel like doin
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| Take it from me, that streetwise motherfucker named Eazy E |