Compton Street Lights

[Verse 1]
So we gon’ trust these suckas ’til we gon’ buck these suckas
Hit the forty kinda slowly, tuesday tipsy partner
Keep my hand on my gun, miss runnin’
Enemy for life, do or die where I come from
And I hit the streets at night pumped up
‘Cause brothers get killed and these streets pack pumps
I gots to get my paper, therefore no slippin’
Catch you creepin’ restin’ in sixteen pieces
Yeah, Fo’ Clips is rippin’ up thangs
Dip a ‘llac, sippin’ ‘gnac while I’m dippin’ on them thangs
Y’all know the spot, house nothin’ but gold and paper
Many BGs in their Broughams already on Daytonas
Now tell me, how does it feel to be jacked by a BG?
Kinda quick like, kinda smoothly?
On them ?? real niggas
Don’t let me slip, this ain’t no joke
These fools I’m jackin’ they helluva pros
And who knows when I creep through the door with that .44?
Can we buck suckers? Hell yeah
Peep the shells as they bounce off that .44 barrell, I’m on a straight up come up
Fake brothers get done up
Not deservin’ of this paper that I’m takin’ when I run up, so feel the heat
Of a young BG, ?? get burnt
Gotta take your grip, that’s how my peoples learnt
This how we ridin’, ‘cause we divided
Bodies is fallin’ in the Compton street lights, y’all know what I’m talkin’

[Chorus]
Bodies fallin’ in the Compton street lights
Gotta get yours before you get got
Feel no pity, in this Hub City
Gotta get your money in the street lights

[Verse 2]
My peoples is done in, what can I do? Nothin’ but fall in
Need a strap, give a cluck, some yay, for a Mac-10
Hit the spot where it’s hot at
Duckin’ bullets in they ass like my name was ??
We bailed in, make sure everything was all cool
Grab the safe full of cash that’s how a BG roll
Headed back to the Comp-town with fat knot now
Kick moms down, kill ‘em creeps, they can’t stop me now
Another BG ridin’ in the street light
You get bucked, you get took in the street nights
So pass the blunt for some good luck, ‘cause I’m all in
Fifty G’s was the lick, just need that Mac-10
Moms stressin’, ain’t no need for fright
‘Cause your baby done made it through another night in the Compton street lights

[Chorus]
Bodies fallin’ in the Compton street lights
Gotta get yours before you get got
Feel no pity, in this Hub City
Gotta get your money in the street lights

[Verse 3]
You get shot on the block with no Glock that ain’t cocked
Where you from? East side! How you ride? Hoo-ride
It ain’t no fakers in my crew so fool what you wanna do?
I’ll fill your ass full of lead, ain’t no questions in this
Grabbin’ everything green, grenades and M16s
Can’t forget nothin’, grab the full diamond rings
Hittin’ corners quick, that’s Emmitt Smith
Can’t no fool hittin’ licks mess with this
I’ll leave you straight in a chalk line, swept off your feet with this Tech-9
It’s cheque time, to the bank with this Tech-9
Can’t stand in no county line so with this nine
I must get mine, I know the system ain’t worth it
We strugglin’ to get rich
I’m spittin’ with Fo’ Clips, give it up to this ghetto clip
Fool don’t take it personal ‘cause I’m just hustlin’
Wouldn’t have to be this way if we wasn’t strugglin’ and I’m just lovin’ it
So give it up to Fo’ Clips…

[Chorus] repeat ’til fade
Bodies fallin’ in the Compton street lights
Gotta get yours before you get got
Feel no pity, in this Hub City
Gotta get your money in the street lights