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ComptonS Most Wanted - "Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1"
Lyrics to Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1 : Whos playing all that damn loud-ass music out there' [Chuck D] (With the funky piano...) Turn that shit down, man Dont you know Im tryin to get some sleep here' [Chuck D] (With the funky piano...) Huh' What you say' Ill go upside your goddamn head, man If you dont put that goddamn music down, man [Chuck D] (With the funky piano...) Woman, call 911 to get these niggas off this goddamn street I got to sleep now (Comptons in the house) (Yeah) [VERSE 1: MC Eiht] Yeah, killin off suckers, its me Youre stupid tryin to take me for some punk MC' Im here to tax dollars, raps not cheap Comptons Most Wanted, punk, rollin four deep Gats that Im packin, sucker better put it back Im slappin dumb girls cause my rhymes on hit But on the smooth tip, kickin that butt Had too much St. Ides, and started throwin it up Super lyricist, yeah, cold in fact Im sprayin all you faggot fake MC jacks Boy, I smack and rack and pack and stack To smash all the sucker MCs in a war-like attack So Chill (Whats up') Tell these punk fools that they ran out of luck (Hey yo Eiht) Whats up' (Boy, I think you said enough) Chill, I aint said shit until I call a punks bluff Put you on to punishment, Eiht is like your father Wanna beg' Sucker, dont bother Last-place MCs think you can handle this' (1-2-3) Sock em smooth through the canvas Its time to start pumpin, know what Im sayin Yeah, I got the picture, I commence the sprayin [VERSE 2: Tha Chill] Boy, hold up, Tha Chills on the stage C.M.W. is like a Hub City army brigade Give no slack to no plack or no punk new jack Get racked like that because your rhymes are wack So hit me with your best shot, and boy, you see How Tha Chill and the Eiht drop punk MCs But credits never due to you suckers that be fakin it Call it a jack, but yo, Im just takin it Your money, your gold, your fortune, and your fame So hang it up, because you got no game So just let up, Im gettin fed up Youre talkin trash, punk, just shut up Leave it to Tha Chill, yeah, I take care of business (Thats bet, cause Eiht is the witness) A super hype mellow Compton cold chillin lyricist Like a scary movie suckers play fearin this In fact youre a pole caught in thick asphalt But diss my down posse, yo, Im droppin the dogs So just chill as Tha Chill explains When it comes to gettin over I know all the game So suckers dont jock me like a backstreet junkie Cause C.M.W.s cold runnin it, rhymes too funky C.M.W. - is that you, man' (Yeah!) Keep on playin that shit, man I like that shit, man Woman, cancel that 911 call They aint comin anyway, this is Compton Man, that shit was gonna sound good in my T-Bird, man [ Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1 Lyrics ]
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