Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,
In the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good
So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would
Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad
Im rolling into compton, unknown and forgotten, with the sign caution, on my back,
Fags from compton, socked him in his fucking chops: won
Make them more insecure when they caught one
Often super gnar ,shred skateboards rip ,js and guitars
The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox
Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money
Battling sanity often results in hilarity
I'm often coughing off the awesome seedless shit that's being lit
All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts
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