[Eazy-E; from the song "Switchez"]

1,2,3, and to the 4

Eazy muthafuckin' E

With the chrome to your dome

Cruisin' in my '64 rag top

I got a lot of juice

A lot of fuckin' block

Now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'

More bounce to the ounce

And I'm clownin'

Keep the gat in my lap

'Cause I'm fully strapped

For the car jackers

But no haps, 'cause I pack a

Tech-9

Plus a AK-47

Send a one way ticket to my hell

Or maybe heaven, peep

Nigga I don't sleep

Bury muthafuckas in the concrete

They try to creep kinda slow in a Astro

But I peep you niggas out in my left window

So I blast and I blast 'til I blast no mo'

Yo, they call a muthafucka John Doe

[Hook]

Compton

Lotta good, lotta pain

But one thing you're never gon' change

And nigga that's (Compton)

So let this shit bang

And we don't give a fuck what you claim

'Cause nigga this (Compton)

Every night, every day, tell 'em this (Compton)

Better pray son don't make ya dat [?] (Compton)

Every night, every day, tell 'em this (Compton)

Better pray son don't make ya dat [?] (Compton)

[AD]

C-O-M-P-T-O-N, had it wild in the streets

So let that shit begin

Caught my first fade in the third grade

Mama tried to best raised by the herb game

For reals, it's real

Them clips load up

Then the pigs show up

Homies yellin' out fuck cops like Chris Donut

Niggas get scared when the 'rus and Crips roll up

Hit the wrong block in the hood

And get rolled up, wait hold up

Throw up they set, we like "so what?"

You know why? These niggas be straight talkin'

Then they got fold up, so show us

If you 'bout that life

Fidda judge is givin' 50 you ain't 'bout that, right

Lost friends to the streets, got homies in penitentiaries

Been a real nigga since Caldwell Elementary

Really from this city, you other niggas pretend to be

So every time you mention Compton, nigga

Better mention me

[Hook]

Compton

Lotta good, lotta pain

But one thing you're never gon' change

And nigga that's (Compton)

So let this shit bang

And we don't give a fuck what you claim

'Cause nigga this (Compton)

Every night, every day, tell 'em this (Compton)

Better pray son don't make ya dat [?] (Compton)

Every night, every day, tell 'em this (Compton)

Better pray son don't make ya dat [?] (Compton)

[AD]

Straight like that

This the town

I eat, breathe, sleep this Compton shit

No matter where you from

If you a real one, well I salute you

And only real ones gon' respect that (Compton)

It's Central down to Rosecrans

We gon' keep this shit poppin' like the OGs used to

R.I.P. E. (Compton)

Kendrick, YG, Problem, JB, Peso, G Hood, Hootie J, Three Fifth, this Compton

[Hook]

Compton

Lotta good, lotta pain

But one thing you're never gon' change

And nigga that's (Compton)

So let this shit bang

And we don't give a fuck what you claim

'Cause nigga this (Compton)

Every night, every day, tell 'em this (Compton)

Better pray son don't make ya dat [?] (Compton)

Every night, every day, tell 'em this (Compton)

Better pray son don't make ya dat [?] (Compton)