Compton's Most Wanted - One Time Gaffled 'em Up Lyrics
(chorus: scratched by dj unknown)Tired of the mother *****ing jackinBoys that be jackinTired of the mother*****ing jackinPolice, wanna front; wanna jackOn a day at the spot where the homies be chillinGossiping about the latest compton killinBrothers is deep, and no time to sleepThe boys on the tip, and they trying to creepHad a g-ride, so i suggest that we punch itGrover was driving, and doing about a hundredHit a corner on the plata. checked the spotSeen the p.d. lights. down the spot was hotEd dog was cuffin'. threw in the backChiste and lil' rock jacked for selling that crackE, man, hit the fence. yelled out, "see you later!"Shark then pulled out the big blue blazerDookie and boo didn't know what to doJumped in the car with d.t, bumpin' cmwHit a u around the corner. did it work? i wonderC.p.d. on my ass, and they burnin' rubberDidn't want to be like brother and fly: locked upSo i downed the bird that was still in my cupParked the g-ride, and i started to bail'cause my trip was to home, not the county jailPolice swooped. by the time the boys was near meGo go fled 'cause the homie was kind of learyI wasn't sweating shit, 'cause they had nothing on meBam looked bag. they were named. now his ponyThey peeped out the pager. said, "how much did it cost?By the way mc eiht, where's the dope you toss?"(eight): "me sell dope? um sir. i'm a rap singerWon't go down like the compton gang banger."They ran a warrant check. i must have had good luckBut the homie who ran. mmmmOne time gaffled him up(chorus 3x: scratched by dj unknown)Get your ass in the car.Ho hold it now.Keep still boy. no need for static.Get your ass in the car.You're coming with us!(verse 2):Had a show to do on a thursday nightMe, chill, slip, and tom rolling in big whiteLoaded as *****, bumping "the cactus."I hope the stoney boys don't try to jack usGas tank was loaded, and so was the eKind of buzzed of the sack of the good e.t.Chill was bustin' raps about the good ol' daysSwitching to another form about how he get paidJust then the boys came behind the truckTom looked out and said, "what the *****?!?!"A motor cycle cop riding hard on the tipHad to clown his ass once. n' said, "this ain't no c.h.i.p.s!"Homie had a warrant for a d.u.i.And in my pocket was a fat sack of chocolate thaiDamn! (damn)Now it's time to get nervousStarey clown caught back emAnd they was fixing to serve usDumb dumb walked up and started asking for namesThey he peeped me out and asked what's the gang i claimThe fact that i'm black is the reason you jack meI've got to gang bang 'cause of the hat and khaki'sIf i was in the hood, the dummy wouldn't have found meHe said, "shut the ***** up 'fore you're headed for the county!"He was already late. the fools had they nervesTo have us sitting contest on the edge of the curbTwas showt, shorter that showt. what can i say?"keep on talking. go ahead. make my dayHe started to acting tough n' chill thought he was bluffinBut in a second or two, the boys started the cuffinBud in our pockets. brew in our cupsNo time for explanations. one time gaffled us up(chorus 3x: scratched by dj unknown)Get your ass in the car.Ho hold it now.For when? for what?I ain't guilty!Get your ass in the car.You're coming with us!
