歌曲 | Straight Checkn 'Em |
歌手 | Compton's Most Wanted |
专辑 | Straight Checkn 'Em |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Allen, Manuel, MC Eiht, Tyler | |
(Introducing..) | |
I'm in the gangsta stroll, so you better run hide | |
Fools on slide, so keep your kids inside. | |
Explicit words in this rhyme I wrote. | |
Aint no jack move fool so please don't | |
demonstrate your style is weak you can't compete | |
and just like a girl, get freaked. | |
It's the big 91 and Eiht's coming. | |
Compton criminal fool so start running. | |
And please stop biting my stuff, | |
as the rhyme gets rough you done had enough | |
of the Eiht, the gangsta mack, the pimp hustla. | |
And pistol whip a weak busta. | |
Suckers run up and get slapped. | |
Damn, I thought you was smarter then that. | |
Then to dis the brother who is Compton stepping. | |
Microphone is kept as the murder weapon. | |
I'm straight Checkn 'Em. | |
(scratching: Check this out... X4) | |
No shorts are taken, I give it to you long and slow. | |
Hard fools, drop your gaurd. | |
No your not prepared, your scared, no time to sleep. | |
Cant bargain with your rap, cause its cheap. | |
And if I have to show, like Rambro, | |
and snap a neck with some Compton effect. | |
And get buck wild sucker. | |
And serve em all like cluckers. | |
You just cant hang with your weak style. | |
You slip right off a the pile. | |
To me your just another pretender. | |
So wave the white flag, boy surrender. | |
And if you a female species. | |
Tryin to gank then girl you'll get these. Famous vapours, walk in | |
papers, see you later | |
You little crooked alligator. | |
You gets no juice, | |
and if you scheme on my team then I'll cut you loose. | |
You can't handle the format. | |
Punk, I'll use you as a doormat. | |
I'm straight checkn em. | |
(scratching) | |
I puts my foot down, so all the suckers get clowned. | |
as the MC Eiht steps from the underground. | |
A villain from the city under seige. | |
Where the brothers jack, girlies skeeze. | |
I'm breaking them off proper. | |
And taking no B.S. from a copper. | |
Fools on my tip keep sweating me. | |
And trying to gank my Compton melody. | |
You can't withstand the powerful blow. | |
From a brother with a def wish (huh?). | |
Others I smother and change their description. | |
Wait a minute did I mention | |
that I flow punk fools with one swing. | |
Bow down to the Compton king- | |
pin, the record spins and that spells the end | |
for you my friend. | |
I'm straight Checkn em. | |
(scratching) | |
Lets get our scraps on boy | |
and the Eiht'll destroy. | |
And play you just like a toy. | |
Fools try and they can't hang cause they raps just simp. | |
I thought so wimp. | |
I'm blasting, peeling caps, making snaps | |
for the violence in my raps. | |
gotta pack tools cause fools don't wanna back on my tip | |
geah, but thats cool. | |
I give em a count backwards 10 to 1. | |
Then they tale is done. | |
I give up no slack | |
because a sucker tried to punk my style and call it wack. | |
Now I'm back to attack. | |
And give em hype, just like they feinding for crack. | |
So come on, come on, cause Eiht and Mike'll keep deckn' em. | |
Geah fool, straight checkn em. | |
(scratching) |
zuo ci : Allen, Manuel, MC Eiht, Tyler | |
Introducing.. | |
I' m in the gangsta stroll, so you better run hide | |
Fools on slide, so keep your kids inside. | |
Explicit words in this rhyme I wrote. | |
Aint no jack move fool so please don' t | |
demonstrate your style is weak you can' t compete | |
and just like a girl, get freaked. | |
It' s the big 91 and Eiht' s coming. | |
Compton criminal fool so start running. | |
And please stop biting my stuff, | |
as the rhyme gets rough you done had enough | |
of the Eiht, the gangsta mack, the pimp hustla. | |
And pistol whip a weak busta. | |
Suckers run up and get slapped. | |
Damn, I thought you was smarter then that. | |
Then to dis the brother who is Compton stepping. | |
Microphone is kept as the murder weapon. | |
I' m straight Checkn ' Em. | |
scratching: Check this out... X4 | |
No shorts are taken, I give it to you long and slow. | |
Hard fools, drop your gaurd. | |
No your not prepared, your scared, no time to sleep. | |
Cant bargain with your rap, cause its cheap. | |
And if I have to show, like Rambro, | |
and snap a neck with some Compton effect. | |
And get buck wild sucker. | |
And serve em all like cluckers. | |
You just cant hang with your weak style. | |
You slip right off a the pile. | |
To me your just another pretender. | |
So wave the white flag, boy surrender. | |
And if you a female species. | |
Tryin to gank then girl you' ll get these. Famous vapours, walk in | |
papers, see you later | |
You little crooked alligator. | |
You gets no juice, | |
and if you scheme on my team then I' ll cut you loose. | |
You can' t handle the format. | |
Punk, I' ll use you as a doormat. | |
I' m straight checkn em. | |
scratching | |
I puts my foot down, so all the suckers get clowned. | |
as the MC Eiht steps from the underground. | |
A villain from the city under seige. | |
Where the brothers jack, girlies skeeze. | |
I' m breaking them off proper. | |
And taking no B. S. from a copper. | |
Fools on my tip keep sweating me. | |
And trying to gank my Compton melody. | |
You can' t withstand the powerful blow. | |
From a brother with a def wish huh?. | |
Others I smother and change their description. | |
Wait a minute did I mention | |
that I flow punk fools with one swing. | |
Bow down to the Compton king | |
pin, the record spins and that spells the end | |
for you my friend. | |
I' m straight Checkn em. | |
scratching | |
Lets get our scraps on boy | |
and the Eiht' ll destroy. | |
And play you just like a toy. | |
Fools try and they can' t hang cause they raps just simp. | |
I thought so wimp. | |
I' m blasting, peeling caps, making snaps | |
for the violence in my raps. | |
gotta pack tools cause fools don' t wanna back on my tip | |
geah, but thats cool. | |
I give em a count backwards 10 to 1. | |
Then they tale is done. | |
I give up no slack | |
because a sucker tried to punk my style and call it wack. | |
Now I' m back to attack. | |
And give em hype, just like they feinding for crack. | |
So come on, come on, cause Eiht and Mike' ll keep deckn' em. | |
Geah fool, straight checkn em. | |
scratching |
zuò cí : Allen, Manuel, MC Eiht, Tyler | |
Introducing.. | |
I' m in the gangsta stroll, so you better run hide | |
Fools on slide, so keep your kids inside. | |
Explicit words in this rhyme I wrote. | |
Aint no jack move fool so please don' t | |
demonstrate your style is weak you can' t compete | |
and just like a girl, get freaked. | |
It' s the big 91 and Eiht' s coming. | |
Compton criminal fool so start running. | |
And please stop biting my stuff, | |
as the rhyme gets rough you done had enough | |
of the Eiht, the gangsta mack, the pimp hustla. | |
And pistol whip a weak busta. | |
Suckers run up and get slapped. | |
Damn, I thought you was smarter then that. | |
Then to dis the brother who is Compton stepping. | |
Microphone is kept as the murder weapon. | |
I' m straight Checkn ' Em. | |
scratching: Check this out... X4 | |
No shorts are taken, I give it to you long and slow. | |
Hard fools, drop your gaurd. | |
No your not prepared, your scared, no time to sleep. | |
Cant bargain with your rap, cause its cheap. | |
And if I have to show, like Rambro, | |
and snap a neck with some Compton effect. | |
And get buck wild sucker. | |
And serve em all like cluckers. | |
You just cant hang with your weak style. | |
You slip right off a the pile. | |
To me your just another pretender. | |
So wave the white flag, boy surrender. | |
And if you a female species. | |
Tryin to gank then girl you' ll get these. Famous vapours, walk in | |
papers, see you later | |
You little crooked alligator. | |
You gets no juice, | |
and if you scheme on my team then I' ll cut you loose. | |
You can' t handle the format. | |
Punk, I' ll use you as a doormat. | |
I' m straight checkn em. | |
scratching | |
I puts my foot down, so all the suckers get clowned. | |
as the MC Eiht steps from the underground. | |
A villain from the city under seige. | |
Where the brothers jack, girlies skeeze. | |
I' m breaking them off proper. | |
And taking no B. S. from a copper. | |
Fools on my tip keep sweating me. | |
And trying to gank my Compton melody. | |
You can' t withstand the powerful blow. | |
From a brother with a def wish huh?. | |
Others I smother and change their description. | |
Wait a minute did I mention | |
that I flow punk fools with one swing. | |
Bow down to the Compton king | |
pin, the record spins and that spells the end | |
for you my friend. | |
I' m straight Checkn em. | |
scratching | |
Lets get our scraps on boy | |
and the Eiht' ll destroy. | |
And play you just like a toy. | |
Fools try and they can' t hang cause they raps just simp. | |
I thought so wimp. | |
I' m blasting, peeling caps, making snaps | |
for the violence in my raps. | |
gotta pack tools cause fools don' t wanna back on my tip | |
geah, but thats cool. | |
I give em a count backwards 10 to 1. | |
Then they tale is done. | |
I give up no slack | |
because a sucker tried to punk my style and call it wack. | |
Now I' m back to attack. | |
And give em hype, just like they feinding for crack. | |
So come on, come on, cause Eiht and Mike' ll keep deckn' em. | |
Geah fool, straight checkn em. | |
scratching |