Compton's Most Wanted - Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1 Lyrics
Who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?(with the funky piano...) --> chuck dTurn that shit down, manDon't you know i'm tryin to get some sleep here?(with the funky piano...) --> chuck dHuh?What you say?I'll go upside your goddamn head, manIf you don't put that goddamn music down, man(with the funky piano...) --> chuck dWoman, call 911 to get these niggas off this goddamn streetI got to sleep now(compton's in the house)(yeah)[ verse 1: mc eiht ]Yeah, killin off suckers, it's meYou're stupid tryin to take me for some punk mc?I'm here to tax dollars, raps not cheapCompton's most wanted, punk, rollin four deepGats that i'm packin, sucker better put it backI'm slappin dumb girls cause my rhymes on hitBut on the smooth tip, kickin that buttHad too much st. ides, and started throwin it upSuper lyricist, yeah, cold in factI'm sprayin all you faggot fake mc jacksBoy, i smack and rack and pack and stackTo smash all the sucker mc's in a war-like attackSo chill (what's up?)Tell these punk fools that they ran out of luck(hey yo eiht) what's up?(boy, i think you said enough)Chill, i ain't said shit until i call a punk's bluffPut you on to punishment, eiht is like your fatherWanna beg? sucker, don't botherLast-place mc's think you can handle this?(1-2-3) sock em smooth through the canvasIt's time to start pumpin, know what i'm sayinYeah, i got the picture, i commence the sprayin[ verse 2: tha chill ]Boy, hold up, tha chill's on the stageC.m.w. is like a hub city army brigadeGive no slack to no plack or no punk new jackGet racked like that because your rhymes are wackSo hit me with your best shot, and boy, you seeHow tha chill and the eiht drop punk mc'sBut credit's never due to you suckers that be fakin itCall it a jack, but yo, i'm just takin itYour money, your gold, your fortune, and your fameSo hang it up, because you got no gameSo just let up, i'm gettin fed upYou're talkin trash, punk, just shut upLeave it to tha chill, yeah, i take care of business(that's bet, cause eiht is the witness)A super hype mellow compton cold chillin lyricistLike a scary movie suckers play fearin thisIn fact you're a pole caught in thick asphaltBut diss my down posse, yo, i'm droppin the dogsSo just chill as tha chill explainsWhen it comes to gettin over i know all the gameSo suckers don't jock me like a backstreet junkieCause c.m.w.'s cold runnin it, rhymes too funkyC.m.w. - is that you, man?(yeah!)Keep on playin that shit, manI like that shit, manWoman, cancel that 911 callThey ain't comin anyway, this is comptonMan, that shit was gonna sound good in my t-bird, man
