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Tekster: Compton's Most Wanted. They Still Gafflin.

Damn, MC Eihts back in the mutherfuckin' house
Last year we came with the one times gaffled 'em up
You know what I'm sayin'
Now the whole mutherfuckin' world know

They still gafflin, this young black nigga
So why in the fuck should I sleep when they creep
As I roll through the streets I see another raided house
And that's why the Eiht'll be out in 5000
And the fools won't give a chance to explain
If you're from Compton, you either sell dope or gangbang
Yo, those fools on my dick still trying to jack me
I guess because I sport a hat and the khaki's

And if my cars on hit, then I'm a roller
Bust a you, hit the sirens and pull me over
Run a make on my plates, fool they legit
Another day for this punk ass bullshit
I was lucky, I threw the blunt in my sock
The first thing they say,"Who's got the gat, who's got the rocks?"
I said,"Please officer, I'm a rap singer"
Boy, you from Compton, you got to be a banger

Where's your hood, what's your set, throw up your gang sign
I take my hands off the hood and says I ain't got time
He's says park it fool, time is wasting
I said,"Fuck you", black leather glove slapped my face then
I was pissed, it was rough, my hands was cuffed
If I told them they stink they'd throw my ass in the clink
So it was back to the curb and I sat
All that time, fools didn't even find my strap
But every day it's the same shit happening, yo
Watch your back one times still gafflin, geah

Geah, now they still on my dick
Still all wrastling, gafflin and shit
Can't take no more off this one time shit
You know what I'm sayin'
I'm ready to peel a mutherfuckers cap
You know what I'm sayin', check this out

Off to the kick it, spot to make an end
Early in the morning, so my day can begin
I seen the fool that tried to double cross me
I beat the punk down smooth 'cause I'm the boss, E
2 niggas rolling in hats, inside a Cadillac
We start to blaze up the mutherferkin' 20 sack
We rolled the windows up to get that contact
One time seen the smoke, they pulled a smooth jack

On top of that I was bumping big noise
It was the fucking CHP boys
I didn't like those punk fools one bit
'Cause they be popping that KKK shit
So I kick back and played with the routine
And told the grand dragon I was 17
Tell the police the truth, then how they fuck that sound?
'Cause if I told him the truth then I'd be county bound

So I play with the routine, comma
While he say, hand over the marijuana
I said,"Officer, you must be joking
That was a cigarette I was smoking"
So I sat with my butt to the ground
And kept on thinking, would the fool beat me down?
They didn't find the gat, it was a miracle
But they still toed my mutherfuckin' vehicle
I might as well have packed a strap and
Get rid of all these one times gafflin

Geah, I'd like to send this out to all the mutherfuckin' homies
That be getting their asses kicked by the one times
You know what I'm sayin'
And all my mutherfuckin' homeboys
That's in jail locked up over this punk ass shit
The one times be gaffling, you know what I'm sayin'
But they can't keep a brother like the MC Eiht down
Me and my DJ Mike T is like out 5000