F**k Compton - Tim Dog

Composed by：DR

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Oh s**t mutherf**kas step to the rear and cheer

'Cause Tim Dog is here

Let's get breakdown to the nitty gritty

And talk about a bulls**t city

Talking about niggaz from Compton

They're no comp and they truly ain't stomping

Tim dog a black man's task

I'm so bad I'll whip Superman's a*s

All you suckers that rif on the West Coast

I'll dis and spray your a*s like a roach

Ya think you're cool with your curls and your shades

I'll roll thick and you'll be yelling raid

One hard brother that lives in New York

Where brothers are hard and we don't have to talk

Shut your mouth before we come out stomping

Hey yo Eazy f**k Compton

F**k Compton

F**k Compton

F**k Compton

F**k 'em

Why you dissing Eazy

'Cause the boy ain't s**t

Chew him with tobacco an' spit him in s**t

I crush ice cube I'm cool with ice T

But N W A ain't s**t to me

Dre beating on Dee from pump it up

Step to the dog and get f**ked up

I'm simplistic imperialistic idealistic

And I'm kicking ballistics

Having that gang war

We want to know what you're fighting for

Fighting over colors

All that gang s**t for dumb motherf**kers

But you go on thinking you're hard

Come to New York and we'll see who gets robbed

Take your jheri curls take your black hats

Take your wack lyrics and your bulls**t tracks

Now you're mad and you're thinking about stomping

Well I'm from the South Bronx f**k Compton

F**k Compton

F**k Compton

F**k Compton

F**k 'em

Yo it's about time we got someone from the South Bronx

Picking on the wackass rappers from Compton

Y'know what man we really ain't s**t

Tim dog and I'm the best from the East

And all this Compton s**t must cease

So keep your eyes on the prize and

Don't jeopardize my arrive 'cause that's not wise

You really think that you can rhyme

Well come and get some of this loaded tech-nine

Bo bo bo shots are cold gunning

And you'll really be I heard mother runnin'

You wanna play go ride in a sleigh

I'm so large I f**k Michel le'

In the bathroom we was boning

You shoulda heard how the b***h was moaning

Do do do do dooo do do do do do do do

Shut the f**k up b***h you can't sing

Ya sound like a kid playing on a swing f**k you

I'm the man at hand to run the band

That's in command

You know who the f**k I am

Tim Dog what's my motherf**king name

Tim Dog that's my motherf**king game

So whether you think that I'm just a myth

That riff

The lift

The gift

The if

The fifth'

The shift

The spliff

That's in control

To hold

To fold

To bold

And make

And ache

And take

And fake

Wooh and I'm still too great

F**k Compton

F**k Compton

F**k Compton

Yeah this a little something to let you know

That you West Coast rappers ain't taking over

'Cause I'm straight out the South Bronx

And we ain't having that sh*t

Tim dog peace out

F**k 'em

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