Letras
Ah shit, motherfuckers step to the ranch here
'Cause Tim Dog is here
Let's get right down to the nitty-gritty
And talk about a bullshit city
Talking 'bout niggas from Compton
They're no comp and they truly ain't stomping
Tim Dog, a black man's task
I'm so bad, I'll whip Superman's ass
All you suckers that riff from the West Coast
I'll diss and spray your ass like a roach
You think you're cool with your curls and your shades
I roll thick, and you'll be yelling out "Raid"
A hard brother that lives in New York
Where suckers are hard and we don't have to talk
Shut your mouth 'fore we come out stomping
Hey yo, Eazy, fuck Compton
Fuck Compton!
Fuck Compton, yeah
Fuck Compton, oh yeah
Fuck 'em!
Why you dissing Eazy? 'Cause the boy ain't shit
Chew him with tobacco and spit him in shit
I crush Ice Cube, I'm cool with Ice-T
But NWA, ain't shit to me
Dre, hating on Dee from Pump it up
Step to the Dog and get fucked up
I'm simplistic, imperialistic, idealistic
And I'm kicking a ballistics
Having that gang war
We wanna know what you're fighting for
Fighting over colors
All that gang shit's for dumb motherfuckers
But you go on thinking you're hard
Come to New York and we'll see who gets robbed
Take your Jheri curls, take your black hats
Take your wack lyrics and your bullshit tracks
Now you're mad and you're thinking about stomping
Well, I'm from the South Bronx, fuck Compton!
Fuck Compton, yeah
Fuck Compton, yeah, haha
Fuck Compton!
Fuck 'em!
Yo, it's about time we got someone from the South Bronx
Speaking on the wack-ass rappers from Compton (yeah)
You know what, man? They really ain't shit
Tim Dog and I'm the best from the East
And all this Compton shit must cease
So keep your eyes on the prize