Compton - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Eva Shaw on the DAW)

Skrrt, skrrt, pull up on a opp

Make that thirty rip then the bodies start to drop

Make a Futsal Shuffle when they hear this shit pop

When it's war, best believe that this shit will never stop

Hoppin' the fence and I'm gone

Runnin' through the hallway, gettin' chased by the cops

Coolin' with this pretty lil' thing

Sittin' in the whip, I pull out, she give me top

My nigga caught a body so he had to cut his locks

Fled OT when this shit got hot

Heard they found a witness that was there on the spot

Now my nigga on the run, he ain't trying to get caught

Auntiе said she need a sixty for her friend to makе a walk

Brought back a forty, knew she was smokin' on the rock

Alley boys posted in the lane, toting Glocks

Say you need a bird, yeah, we get them by the flock

N.W.A. but no Dre on this beat, bitch

I might go to LA to rap for the leakers

Pistol whip pussies that act like they G'd up

I'm in the club bopping, this chopper my heater

Packing that .44, I'm packing that Nina

Beam on that shit, nigga, don't make me beam ya

Passing the feds, getting head in the beamer

I fuck with the bad bitches, hang with the divas

Bitch, you are ugly, just look at your sneakers

I'm disrespectful, my friend here is meaner

Bitch, fuck your life and whatever dream of

That's what you get when you fuck with them demons

I'm back, man

Shoot a nigga, flip a nigga just like a Pac-Man

Kill that nigga, grah, with the motherfucking MAC, man

Young little nigga, have these pussy niggas dancing

Shooting so much shots at them, that pussy did a handstand

Yeah, they say Swagger Rite a bad man

Trigger happy nigga, I'm the one these bitches can’t stand

I'm a fuck your bitch and turn your friend into a damn fan

Pump got a kick so I nicknamed it Van Damme, ooh