lirik lagu comptons most wanted – growin’ up in the hood
wake your punk -ss up
the mc eiht’s back in the m-th-f-cking house
kicking the straight gansta sh-t for teh 9-1
you know what i’m saying, yea
growing up in the hood, yea boy, 1984
was the year my peers didn’t know what was in store
a little hard head kid came abade
time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade
and at home, it’s the same -ss story
mom’s treat me like she don’t even know me
but my younger brother’s got much clout
i can’t take this sh-t so i bones the h-ll out
and roll wit the pack of wicked m-th-f-ckas
no shorts are taken, we’re down black brothers
a little n-gg- wit no problems at all
f-cked up and killed my first 8-ball
quick up the stairs so little sucker stop looking
stagger to the house so i can collect my whooping
but watch out ’cause a little n-gg-‘s up to no good
growin’ up in the hood
[chorus]
life ain’t nuttin but b-tches and money
’cause in the city you live and let die
nutting but b-tches and money
i got hard times and realize, ?(skate)? sometimes i wonder
but it just seems that the hood could took me under
police sweat my tip and keep harr-ssing
trying to lock me up ’cause i keep on blasting
community trying to shut me out
but the money keeps flowing and i got much clout
wit the cluckers, the brother back street punk suckers
try to break me out fool, you be a short m-th-f-cka
always strapping, eager to peal a cap
i set up a trap, put your foot to a nap
’cause i grew up fast on the wrong side of the law
so watch me take 2 to your jaw
don’t enter my hood homeboy
not a robocop, a robogansta, ready to destroy
i take chances ’cause life to be ain’t no good
growin’ up in the hood
life ain’t nuttin but b-tches and money
where i’m at if you’re soft, you’re lost
nuttin but b-tches and money
1987, i’m back on the scene, out of jail, i’m legit
and i’m f-cking up sh-t
i’m ready to peal a sucker’s cap
and i heard that my hood was making snaps
as i precede to make my riches
just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these b-tches
task force trying to roll deep
but i’m playing these punk fools cheap
n-gg-s rolled by and try to blast, it didn’t work
i seen the bullets flying and fool, i hit the dirt
bullets fly through the window
hits my brother, down goes my mother
as i’m rolling, i’m hitting my switches
looking for the punk -ss, sons of b-tches
i found them, before i kill ’em, i said you f-cked up good
got ta handle that, growin’ up in the hood
[chorus]
yea-a-a-a
a brother’s on the run, i’ve got a hand in my stash box
wanted ’cause i’m serving them the potent fat rocks
and my face is like a household name
everybody warns their kids about the dope game
but i’m still makin gmy profit
and the one time just can’t stop it
so i keep hiding my face
no time to waste, they got me on the chase
now the neighborhood’s on my line
’cause some punk -ss fool had drop the dime
5-0 at my doo’ at 8 o’clock
rush to the toilet so i could flush the rock
out the backdoor, freeze, i heard a shout
am i sho’, yo i guess i got no clout
but it’s murder one, i’m the victim, d-mn, that ain’t good
growin’ up in the hood
where im at if you soft you lost
compton is tha city that im claimin city that im from take no sh-t from chump,compton is tha city that im claimin
where im at if you soft you lost
compton is tha city that im claimin city that im from take no sh-t from
(till fade)
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