[ verse 1: king tee ]
They live on the street and they hustle for fame
Some kill for a livin, some sling cocaine
Because its now a lifestyle and a full-time job
And if you live in compton, its like at mccobb
From block to block everybodys bad
And if you dont know where youre at, then your lifes been had
Cause they walk in the street with intentions to meet
Some sappy lookin punk with fila on his feet
And if you try to act tough, well mr. tough, youre through
Cause everybodys a family, if not, theyre a crew
Im here to give some advice advice (run!)
Cause if youre ever in compton, you better bring a gun
Yo, here come my homeboy mixmaster spade
Man, whats up, man?
Hey man, aint you from compton, man?
(ah yeah)
Alright man, tell em whats up, man
What you used to do
[ verse 2: mixmaster spade ]
I used to cut up the beat on the two turntables
Now Im rappin on the mic, cause Im willin and able
When Im on the mic I take no slack
And everytime that you see me Im tearin a gat
I got .380s and .22s
You messs with me, Im gonna bust on you
I got a .357 and a m-16
They call me master spade, and tees the king
Now compton is the city where the homeboys stay
Rollin in a different car everyday
Cant roll too hard, gotta watch my back
Cause if I dont, I just might get jacked
Now compton is a city of a lotta fun
(cant walk down the street
(cant walk down the street
Cant walk down the stree without my gun)
[ female voice ]
Now you know this just dont make no kinda sense
[ verse 3: king tee ]
Now the next place is kinda risky if youre walkin with your mother
Yall can get shot if she wears the wrong color
Theyre all from the old school, nobodys modern
The place Im talkin bout is the nickerson gardens
You can get away with murder, cause they murdered the cops
Cause they said they tried to run a bumrush on watts
But they took control, slingers walk real tall
While real down gangbangers write their set on the wall
If I was you I wouldnt visit here, its like hell
And if you get robbed, who you gonna tell?
Im only here for advice advice (run!)
And if youre ever in watts, you better bring a gun
[ verse 4: king tee ]
Now you got a nice car with a brand-new paintin
Rag top convertable with all-gold daytons
You decide to take a ride down the crenshaw strip
You stop at the fat burgers to feed your lip
You got your sounds bumpin, playin zapp and vibe
A skeezer comes your way, you say, "lets take a ride"
So youre cruisin crenshaw with her, youre goin to bail
A brown cutlass pulls up, they put a gauge to your head
They say, "(get our your car) if you value your life
(and leave your money) if you love your wife"
Now youre standin in the street lookin like youre on crack
And you say to yourself: I cant believe I got jacked
You call the police because your car they stole
But when you get in touch with them, they put you on hold
Your car is gone, nothin could be done
So next time you cruise crenshaw, you better bring a gun!
Alright, I wanna thank mixmaster spade for comin out to rock with me
(and greg mack) the mack attack
And I also wanna thank j-ro and sweet tooth for comin out rockin
(and dj [name])
And I wanna thank scotty d, cold-crush chris
And dj pooh, the hip-hop gangster
(when he say beat em up he dont be bluffin)
Word
And oh yeah, I forgot somebody
Unknown!
(yo man
Who blew up that mcdonalds on central and rosecrans, du? )
