the mud Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head With a strap hollerin', "Nigga what you said?" That iron again is mine right? Snatchin' for a
the city pride Streets are paved with heaven's pennies Gutters full of suicides Teddy steadily fell from grace Somewhere near Arcadia Once she overheard a
, you might take it as a trip But a nigga like Ren is on a gangsta tip Straight outta Compton... Chorus: [City of Compton, City of Compton] [Dr. Dre
it Appetite for destruction But before he decide to quit, he gotta commit Murder in the first degree, a manslaughter Takin' a life of his wife and young daughter A whole city
it's just a few miles down the road Getting there as fast as I can go I can always find peace of mind In the lights of my hometown The static is almost
illegal I back down clowns with a four pound, as I defeat you Insert the lyrical slugs, that straight's very A nickel plated verse I spit like a hollow
like a steal rabbit To show I'm his real static and hold me ideal at it With my poker face until I at least make a mil at it At least make a meal love
swag i got flavor, hollow points through his mind read his thoughts like professor xavier been ... and a couple of favors, plus they put my face on a
a dog Most Wanted Boy's make ya shake it like a dog 5th Ward Weebie, make ya shake it like a dog Shake it like a dog, shake it like a dog Rock with me
You're a power spot rotating ever changing Transmitting like a radio wave frequently feeling What's goin' on times are weird all this static Things erratic
work A baby sucking sweets Dribbling down his quilt It is all this city it is all this city All this city ====================================================================
world's a lot better But it's regular men that run the country forever Who got the power, the law, really? Never! thought I'd go to war with my city
What I am now and that's a motherfucking o.g. Original gangsta Daz: I grew up in the city as a chap, faced the trials, Never smiled, became a gangster
and smoke like you was in a dutch Ha, such, ludacris ideas Tryin make Bumpy Knucks dissa-pear Takin chances tryin to make me show fear You got a better
on the trigger 'Cause I'm static startin' to be a fuckin' habit Gotta keep my automatic or get my ass kicked When I'm travelin' it's kind of puffin' I drive a
dead Things moved fast, but you knew the scoop And your savior was a rhyme and a beat and a rap group A modern day production of the city street You
Muthafucka steppin up straight gettin smoked like (crowblood? ) Livin in flint city such a pity but I'm holdin mine Any static got a uzi, automatic and a
road dog code name baby O close the white door there was a hero in the crowd i seen her body twitch i pulled the trigger shes a bloody and a happy bitch