[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
Fresh off the streets from the underground
Nick-named MC Eiht, black brother gets down
Came to dazzle with the hip-hop funk
To let em know (This is Compton) Now what's up, punk
Westside rulin all world cause I dump
And the city that I'm from take no sh** from a chump
n***as don't care if their enemy's beefin
Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin
You entered the criminal zone
If you're just a little punk-a** fool, you should run on home
Try to compare? Get real
I'm from Compton, so you should know the deal
Ballers, skeezers, no age limit matters
Loced-out muthaf**as make the one time scatter
Toe to toe, draw my mic and start dumpin
It's the down MC Eiht, and fool, this is Compton
(This is Compton)
[ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ]
Another crazy n***a from the city
Chill's from the C-p-t, you got beef? What a pity
I don't play, cause I slay all rap s**ers
Down with E, k**in rookie muthaf**as
Squabbin in the streets, with the left you fall
Make a right on Alondra, see my name on the wall
Not like the banger, but I bust up
(Any punk-a** fool that'll step up)
So follow me into the zone they call panic
Hubs by the dub, but s**ers act frantic
n***as rollin hard, number one on the pop
Crazy brothers goin out all for the g**n, stop
Compton is thumpin, s**ers we stompin
Rhymes on hit, but they still talk sh**
I gives a f** about a fool who's frontin
They call me Tha Chill, and yo, this is Compton
(This is Compton)
(Say it louder)
(Louder)
(Who's playing all that damn loud-a** music out there?)
(Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rollin four deep)
(Who's playing all that damn loud-a** music out there?)
(Eiht'll get crazy, k** like the Terminator)
(Who's playing all that damn loud-a** music out there?)
(Boy, hold up, Tha Chill's on the stage)
(Who's playing all that damn loud-a** music out there?)
(I plays the drums, the SP-1200)
(Eiht is back again with power after hour)
(Tha Chill is ready, so pa** me the sack)
[ VERSE 3: MC Eiht ]
Compton is the city that I'm claimin
Hardcore fact with the gat, to the punks I start gamin
Devious, so what do you expect?
I'm from the city on missions, and I pop your f**in neck
People understand what I'm sayin
Talk more sh**, I'm on hit, keep the fools all payin
n***as make the scale when they bail
Police punks talk sh**, but you still get out of jail
Eiht represents the place with the ba**
The beat you won't beat, you're just a disgrace
Try to be casual, but that sh** won't work
Get sweated in a minute, cause they down for the dirt
Maximum capacity, the crowd just jumps
For the rhythm that I give em, make the souls all pump
Energetic, so don't forget it, yeah, the Eiht keeps pumpin
And fool, this is Compton
(This is Compton)
(Commpton)
[ VERSE 4: Tha Chill ]
Punk muthaf**a, Tha Chill will destroy ya
With the dope hub style for ya
Bein that you're just another fan on the tip
Get dropped by Eiht, Ant, Bam, and Slip
s**ers better watch out, Chill's here to scrap
As I say it everytime in my muthaf**in rap
Just like a warzone got my territory marked
You be slippin if you're caught in the dark
(Sorry clown) Don't be slippin
Don't go head up with Tha Chill
Cause Chill can k**
I can't stop because the city I'm from
I get too f**ed up, and kick the a** of a bum
So if you got static, punk keep frontin
Yo E, they know where the f** we from...
Yo, this is Compton
You sorry-a** muthaf**as can't deal
Especially you s**er-a** D-V-3 muthaf**as
Geah
Y'all muthaf**as is too crazy
If y'all think y'all can hang with Compton's muthaf**in Most Wanted
In effect
Youknowmsayin
For '89 straight to the 9-0, fool
s**er-a** n***as
Can't fade us
C.M.W
Punk-a** perm-wearin pussies
Ha-ha-ha
Yeah I like that sh**
f*ggot-a**
sh**, I'm about pissed off, man
Hey Ant, let's get the f** out of here