Key: B minor
Verse 1
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- I need a warrant check on
black Dickeys and dirty white t- shirts
- I have one black and one
Armed and considered
skanless
- I'll run 'em in for questoning
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"Damn Mr. Officer, you know who you're fucking
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with?"
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Threw on a beanie, 'bout 12: 37
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With thoughts on my mind of a 211
Threw on my fresh socks and my
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stomping boots
A brand new pair of brownies
and my khaki suit
So I said to myself it's time
to go jack
I grabbed a couple clips,
loaded up the gat
I ran out the house, jumped in the Cutlass
lookin for the area
Showin no mercy and I'm
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Searchin like a eagle but I ain't found shit
But just as the moment I was
Driver bumpin sounds,
But I couldn't catch his ass
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cause he goin too fast
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But hell yeah, I'ma get him tonight
I never wouldn'ta caught him but
thanks to the red light
I'm in the left lane and he's on the right
Hey homeboy, you better
He pulled over to the side like
a stupid- ass jerk
He hopped out his car
and walked to the back
Then I drew down with my gat,
I said, "Punk, this a jack
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Empty your pockets and
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drop your keys"
His girl screamed out,
"Don't take his car, please"
I said, "Bitch, get your ass out
You know what I'm about,
I'll knock your ass out"
Grabbed her ass by the hair and drug
her out the window
Pushed out the car while I fired up the Indo
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So watch out, fool,
don't let me catch ya slippin
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I'll be another car that I'll just be strippin
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Me, Hi- C is one mean compadre
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"I shot"
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motherfucker"
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"Too"
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"Whether red or blue, cuz or blood,
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it just don't mat ter"
"You
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"Suckers"
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"Hey homes"
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"Compton"
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[ VERSE 2: Hi-
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Rollin them Daytons, yeah, profilin
Turned on Rosecrans,
I ain't wavin back,
they jumped in they bucket
Lookin in my mirror
it's niggaz all on my ass
So I said to my girl I'ma have to blast
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So I bust a turn on [Name] Street
Then I pulled a muthaufckin .357 out
Give me the keys to your
shit, or get shot in the rump
My girl got out first,
they said (Ooh, look at that)
Not knowin my bitch had the big, big gat
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please)
blast three times
(*gunshot*) 1 nigga laid dead
The other cocked back the gauge
and shot her in the leg
"Don't shoot my girl," I
begged and begged
But my girl shot again and
blew his brains out his head
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So watch out, fool,
don't let me catch ya slippin
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I'll be another car that I'll
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Tu no me gustas, chinga tu
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madre
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they tryina stop us and shit,
baby
- Pull over the vehicle
- I ain't stoppin for they...
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Fuck it, I'ma stop
- Did you realize this is a 35,
man?
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- Man, don't you see my girl's shot,
muthafucka?
- Man, fuck you
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with some big fat chains
Didn't know who he was,
he musta lost his brain
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He's ready to get beat and stomped on
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through Compton?
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There's a bitch on the block named Sue
A hoe in the hood everybody been through
I didn't have to guess cause
I already knew
That that's the fuckin house
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He was rollin a clean- ass Lac
kit in the back
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I said damn, now who in the fuck is that?
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I don't know what they was doin
But me knowiin Sue they was
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Now this nigga musta been on crack
So I rushed into my house,
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Stripped his shit and left it sittin on bricks
Fool- ass fag was in a hell of a fix
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He was ready to leave the house
So I crept up to the door when
I threw my left hands on the chains,
I bombed with the right
You know Sue, the stupid ass bitch
The hoe in the hood done
I said what the fuck I do?
"I'm Crawf, officer, it wasn't me
"Shut up, nigger,
don't they call you Hi- C?"
They turned they back,
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I almost got away till a K9 creeped
chewed my ass to death
I was almost dead, I had one thing left
Grabbed a 40 bottle,
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bust the dog in the head
Police stopped,
check to see if he was dead
But by that time I was down the street
Sayin, "Ha,
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don't let me catch ya slip pin
I'll be another car that I'll
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just be strip pin
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Me, Hi- C is one mean compadre
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Tu no me gustas, chinga tu madre
Verse 8
Straight for the nine- o, fool
Hi- C and Tony- A straight
jackin muthafuckas
So make sure your windows are rolled
up and your door are locked
ass won't get got
And I don't give a fuck
about y'all packin
Because I'm down, Skanless is fuckin jackin
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