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letra de so hood - compton's most wanted

[verse 1: mc eiht]
i’m in the main street of compton, it’s too wait yea
ice f-cked up the weed, smoke lights on there
on some missy gram, f-cking indo smoke
situation looking [?], for this m-th-f-cking joke
woke up chest, you can say that mess
when come to sh-t talk, eiht is best
west raiders, music to drive-by
sayin i’m really sniff, better to f-ckin’ retire
crippin on the gangsta level, gee, i do p-ss
[?this is the game that once scarface was let in on his act?]
sean around one, go by quick
when we miss on some gangstas [?] we roll thick
i mixed a lot, and my pazzy not in a wrong way
in the hub f-ckin city poss it up with the cake
i live how i live, so don’t come around
when around since worse, we all lay down

[hook: mc eiht]
i am, i am, hood
we are, so hood
misunderstood
compton gangstaz, it’s all good
i am, hood
we are, so hood
compton gangstaz , misunderstood
gee, it’s all good

[verse 2: mc eiht]
punk m-th-f-ckaz must be high of weight
original compton n-ggas sinnin’ to the death threat
when punk m-th-f-ckaz, tryin’ to claim my sh-t, gee
every time thay spit, my blood get leaked
gun check one two, f-ckers i’m on you
bullet proof, i keep shooting til slugs get through
you m-th-f-ckaz start thuggin’, tryin’ to switch it up with slangs
and n-ggas sinnin’ on the west, ain’t claim the game
what happen to timbos and fools don’t front
?clipping at the hood? for couple of months
go back to peace sides, instead of the siz and biz
and i know the banger sh-t, spread the delly decease
but some of them don’t do the catch the compton bud
ain’t no fun when on ho, f-cking get dubbed
die for the sick , when your sniff come
compton m-th-ph-ckaz where the f-ck ya’ll from?

[hook]

[verse 3: boom bam]
n-ggas must be f-ckin sticks, got me thinkin everybody out here gimme a around of speech
[on your fifth] got me deep
knowin’ not knowin’ what i do wrong
and ain’t doin dude a share seen, so they buskin you
now i gotta my strap out, ready to peels some caps out, lights out
b-tch-made n-ggas gotta know, a triple g’s
so i grab the f-ckin tec, end up that -ss
ran through to your park, ?ask for n-ggas as i bread?
[tha chill]
music to driveby, one time still
gambling straight bullets bad news [?]
by these kid barry every day
in the mix feels live from the ?king?
keep you on compton and keep you strap
many 14 stay on my lab
87 ?money call on? super sport
cross the hood, end up short

[hook]

- comptons most wanted

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