Real Compton City G’z Lyrics

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Singer Name: Eazy-E
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: "* Real Compton City G'z

Verse 1

"Hey Yo' doctor, here's another proper track
And it's fat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real stuff provoke, see you's a wanna be loc'
And you'll get smoked and i hope that your fans understand
When ya talk about sprayin' me, the same records that ya'
Makin' is payin me
Mothaf*cc Dre
Mothaf*cc Snoop
Mothaf*cc Death Row
Yo, and here comes me left blow
"Cause i'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season
To let the Real Compton city G's in, ya' like a kid ya'
Found a pump and now ya' dapper, but tell me where the
H*ll ya' find an anorexic rapper
Talkin' about who you gon' squabble wit' and who ya' shoot
You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots
Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day
But Dre Day only met Eazy's pay day
All of a sudden Dr Dre is a G thang, but on his
Old album cover he was a she thang
So succa' please, succa' please don't step to deez
Real Compton city G'z
Stomp him in his traccs
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang* boy you should've known by now
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang* boy you should've known by now
Verse 2 : Dresta

Everyday it's a new rapper, claimin' to be dapper than
The Dresta, softer than a girl but portray the role of
Gangsta, ain't broke a law in ya' life, yet every time you rap
Ya' yap about the guns and knifes, just take a good look
At the brother, and you'll capture the fact, that the b*st*rd is
Simply just an actor, who mastered the bang and the slang
And the Mental, of homiez' in Compton, Wattz, and South Central
Never ever once have you ran with the turf, but yet in every verse
Claim you used to do the dirt, but tell me who's a witness
To your d*mn work, see you never had no business, so
Save the drama j*rk, brothaz straight kill me
Knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to
You studio gangsters, see i did dirt, put in work, and
Many brothaz can vouch that, so since i got stripes
I got the right to rap about that, but brothaz like you
I kinda' hate ya, cuz i'm jus tired of suburbian brothaz talkin about
They come from projects
Knowin ya' ain't seen no parts of the streets G
I think ya' started tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearin khakkis and mob while ya' rhyme, little fag
Try to sag, butcha' floodin' at the same time
And ya' set don't accept ya, scared to kicc it witcha' homies
Cause ya' know they don't respect ya', so brotha please, brotha please don't step to deez, Real Compton city G'z
Verse 3 BG Knoccout

Welllllll, it's the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangster
Approach me like you hard, little busta' imma bank ya'
Shank ya', with my d*mn shank, if i have ta'
Dr Dre an Snoop Doggy Dogg are really actors
Pranksters, studio gangsters, busta'z
But this time ya' dealin with some real a** brothaz
G's, fool please, don't try to step
Cuz if ya' do, then a peeled cap is all that would be left
See, young brothaz like me, will break ya' off somthin
Claimin' my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton
Succaz' like ya'll is what I call wanna' be's and ain't nothin' compared
To real Compton city G'z
Stomp him in his traccs
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre, What's up? boy you should've known by now

Verse 4 Eazy E

I never met an OG who neva' did nothing wrong
You tried to dis the Eazy-E so now Succa' it's on you
And ya' Doggy Dogg, think that ya'll hoggin' it
Both of you triccs, can come and s*cc my doggy d*cc
Beatin' up a b*tch don't make ya' it, but then again some brothaz
Think it makes a man, damn it's a trip
How Dre could switch so quicc from wearin' lipsticc
To smokin' on Chronic at picnics, and now ya' think ya' bigger
But to me you ain't nothin but tricc' a** busta'
Dat ain't worth a food stamp, and at
Death Row, I hear ya' gettin treated like boot camp
Gotta' follow ya' seargents' directions, or get yo a**
Pumped with the Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E
Stay in your place and don't step to real Compton city G'z
Yo Dre, What's up?
Boy you should've have known by now
Yo Dre
Boy you should've have known by now
Yo Dre
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it