Compton

[Intro]
(Eva Shaw on the DAW)

[Verse 1: Sha Hustle]
Skrrt, skrrt, pull up on a opp
Make that thirty rip then the bodies start to drop
Make a Futsal Shuffle when they hear this shit pop
When it's war, best believe that this shit will never stop
Hoppin' the fence and I'm gone
Runnin' through the hallway, gettin' chased by the cops
Coolin' with this pretty lil' thing
Sittin' in the whip, I pull out, she give me top
My nigga caught a body so he had to cut his locks
Fled OT when this shit got hot
Heard they found a witness that was there on the spot
Now my nigga on the run, he ain't trying to get caught
Auntiе said she need a sixty for her friend to makе a walk
Brought back a forty, knew she was smokin' on the rock
Alley boys posted in the lane, toting Glocks
Say you need a bird, yeah, we get them by the flock

[Verse 2: Swagger Rite]
N.W.A. but no Dre on this beat, bitch
I might go to LA to rap for the leakers
Pistol whip pussies that act like they G'd up
I'm in the club bopping, this chopper my heater
Packing that .44, I'm packing that Nina
Beam on that shit, nigga, don't make me beam ya
Passing the feds, getting head in the beamer
I fuck with the bad bitches, hang with the divas
Bitch, you are ugly, just look at your sneakers
I'm disrespectful, my friend here is meaner
Bitch, fuck your life and whatever dream of
That's what you get when you fuck with them demons
I'm back, man
Shoot a nigga, flip a nigga just like a Pac-Man
Kill that nigga, grah, with the motherfucking MAC, man
Young little nigga, have these pussy niggas dancing
Shooting so much shots at them, that pussy did a handstand
Yeah, they say Swagger Rite a bad man
Trigger happy nigga, I'm the one these bitches can’t stand
I'm a fuck your bitch and turn your friend into a damn fan
Pump got a kick so I nicknamed it Van Damme, ooh