Tweedy bird got a bone to pick
Some ass to kick so give me the K
So I can bust the dope shit
You say you want a scoop on the infamous group
You got it troupe so let me take you back
To the fucking root
Back in 1987
Eazy selling dope outta mom's crib
Shooting dice at the park like all the niggas did
Taking the 8 ball to the head
Like it's a bitch had a idea
To play a crew and deal with the fucking jew
40gs in the hands of a white man
Trusted in him before you think about your own clan
So come to me as I show you a high level
Go grab a shovel because a nigga made a deal with the devil
You used to be a real mccoy
Until you came up and turned your back on your homeboys
Instead of getting your homies from the park
You went out your way to hire a bunch of marks
And then you say you can put your real homies
In your video flicks, but save that shit
'Cause an excuse is only good for the person who makes it
You sold out and now you straight faking it
But that's okay 'cause the homies understand
You're just another nigga owned by the white man
So take DJ speed and that white girl sally
Jump in that astro van and take your ass back to the valley
'Cause what you preach is dead
So put that shit in your own kids head
And of course you ain't no role model
So fuck you N-W-A And your old 8 bottle
And who the hell told you that you was a violent hero
Take notes from me
Bitch you a zero
As for you women you made your choice
You choose tairrie b so now I'm fucking your girl joyce
Yeah, I fucked her and I had fun
And no it wasn't easier said than done
So take it personal 'cause your respect is short
You better keep clocking dollars 'cause you gotta pay child support
It ain't my fault that hoes are gettin you for ya riches
But you shouldn't have babies by twenty different bitches
I ain't jealous but bitch you gotta come home
But until then let it be known
What's really goin' on
Verse two goes out to the gangstas of America
MC ren is a fictional character
Ain't that a bitch punk you ain't a ruthless villain
Your ass a lie you ain't never did a killing
Always talking kill this and kill that on the microphone
But couldn't bust a grape with razorblade shoes on
Bitch tell the world the truth for real
You ain't gonna kill nothing or let nothing be killed
'Cause you a prankster
You and eazy-e's the milli vanilli of gangsters
Got some records fine cars and making a grip
But you're missing an Oscar for perpetrating a crip
You resemble a buster when it's time to squab
Who'd you do a drive by on a motherfucking mirage
So you thought I would pay you no mind
But a nigga like the tweedy bird ain't blind to your kind
The only reason punk you come to compton is to get to school
Pass out t-shirts to promote your fucking group
Nigga this is tweedy b you used to look up to me
But you got ghost when you dropped the lp
You went out like eazy and your sold your soul
So fuck you and fairytale rapper cpo
That goes for lil nation chip and pork chop
Fuck around with the uwc and get mopped
'Cause my homies got my back
Aka double-d keylow G and battlecat
My brothers said so there'll be days like this
But the real niggas from compton's on the kp list
Kp dc booboo singular June dawg and hyme
And all the rest I don't mention you know the time
We'll diss you but we really wanna peel your dome
I'm compton strong so now what's really goin' on
I remember the days of old
When yella and dre was just like prince wearing pantyhose
Yo fuck fiction I'm telling the facts brothers
Yella and dre is two gay motherfuckers
And lonzo fucked them good when they was in the wreckin' cru
So they ate two cans of man and became niggas with attitudes
Dre, beating up on women like dee
But I dare your punk ass to run up on me
'Cause I show you what's up
I'll treat you like a salad and toss you the fuck up
And yella you need to go
'Cause you remind me of that bubblegum gangster bazooka Joe
This goes out to eazy and your whole damn crew
You don't give a fuck about the homies
So we don't give a fuck about you
You think black khakis and hats will make you brave
But you fuck with my posse and you'll end up in your grave
'Cause we give all we got to give
And don't forget punks we know where your mamas live
'Cause when we roll we roll hard
Straight outta compton no your motherfucking backyard
So what's up with you d-o to the c
I heard you got fucked up when you ran into a tree
So now you need your ass wiped
Go call the doctor 'cause you and michel'le sound a like
And eazy who's taking slack when ice cube left your ass
And dre blast and you think that shit's gonna pass
As I expose the bitches and hoes long as N-W-A Stand for niggas weak anyway
Another scoop on the punk ass group
You'll learn that tairrie b's a undercover prostitute
How many white hoes have you known to wear a compton hat
Besides eazy tairrie b bitch you ain't black
To michel'le with that fucked up voice
Something's in my throat and it's a dick
To atl you got a lot of growing up to do
We ain't da lench mob but we'll be stepping up to you
Shouts out to tim dog I like how you punked they crew
But you dissed my city so fuck you
Make a note of this next time don't even speak
'Cause you're just like a calendar you're weak
South bronx's got a problem it's a female dog
So put your bitch on a leash if she's got beef
And let me stress a little something
You south bronx motherfuckers can't touch compton
And to you d-nice
Fuck around and I'll be doing 25 to life
I'll fuck you up so bad you'll be yelling out peace
And when you get back home they'll be calling you denise
'Cause a punk like you ain't able
To stand up to me so now there's crumbs on the table
I got the flavor 'cause my city's gonna stay strong
Time expires so now what's really really goin' on
