| 40 ounces ain’t the only thing poppin'
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| 'Round here we get it clockin' when the things start knockin'
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| Low lows ain’t the only thing droppin'
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| Bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell «Compton!»
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| Like ooh, ooh
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| Them niggas hoppin' out of coupés, coupés
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| Fuck you thought nigga? |
| They tryna' overuse the shotty
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| Shit I’m tryna' hit the news with the shotty
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| I am from where the niggas say «What'd up Cuh?»
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| You can get your ass wet up by «One Blood?»
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| And I bet they just saw El Chapo
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| And you can get your noodles spilled right up in your taco
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| And you can get your taco turnt into some nachos
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| All over cheese my nigga
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| What’s beef my nigga? |
| Ridin' by slow mo
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| Bullet holes in Caine and Sharif my nigga!
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| Fuck peace my nigga! |
| Cause every time we try that
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| We get smoked by police my nigga
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| I am bringing sheets my nigga
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| Went from being skinny and gettin' jacked for my Penny’s to a beast my nigga
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| 40 ounces ain’t the only thing poppin'
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| 'Round here we get it clockin' when the things start knockin'
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| Low lows ain’t the only thing droppin'
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| Bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell «Compton!»
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| Like ooh, ooh
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| Them niggas hoppin' out of coupés, coupés
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| Fuck you thought nigga? |
| They tryna' overuse the shotty
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| Shit I’m tryna' hit the news with the shotty
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| I want the zooms zooms and wam wams, bricks in the Trans Am
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| Shooters on first, second and third, that’s a grand slam
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| These rap niggas Fruit Loops; |
| Toucan Sam
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| When I say so, bloods rush like a handstand
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| And ain’t with that old Death Row shit
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| Been bangin' since '94, I ain’t never did no hoe shit
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| Type of nigga I am, empty out the whole clip
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| Call my YG’s and have em' run through your whole shit
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| Who was before Kendrick, who was before Nip?
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| Middle of the Slauson, did my shit fighting four Crips
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| You win some and you lose some nigga
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| You break knuckles and you bruise some nigga, what?
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| 40 ounces ain’t the only thing poppin'
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| 'Round here we get it clockin' when the things start knockin'
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| Low lows ain’t the only thing droppin'
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| Bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell «Compton!»
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| Like ooh, ooh
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| Them niggas hoppin' out of coupés, coupés
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| Fuck you thought nigga? |
| They tryna' overuse the shotty
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| Shit I’m tryna' hit the news with the shotty |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hit The News , by - The Game. Song from the album Streets Of Compton, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп