Drop the bass like it's straight outta college
She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch
You just working with the scraps you was given
Fags from compton, socked him in his fucking chops: won
Where the black girls get their weaves back
All you knew was rat pack
Rat race no rat flow hard
Soon as we start
I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back
You want the same whack which make other rat
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Wack! straight outta 217 i'm representing us properly
That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win
Better or worse, the center of attention
I'll come up on ya with an ak or a thompson like i'm n.w.a straight outta
I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh
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