Текст песни
Yo, Eiht and Chill
It's a rumour going around sayin
Compton's Most Wanted ain't funky enough
Like we can't cut it, or somethin like that
Personally, I don't know where the rumour got started
They must be waitin for the album to drop or somethin
But anyway, in the meantime
Eiht, you're the first one up on this demo
Set the record straight
[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
As I commence with the def dope strategy
Of the lyrics I'm bustin, suckers tend to get mad at me
Fill it to the limit at the top of my cup
Press your luck, lose a buck as you get tossed up
I presume that you fools want to get some
As the bass starts to boom I begin to get real dumb
Downest is the Eiht from the see-p-t
Floor a punk in a minute tryin to fuck with me
Or try to stick up, so watch me kick up a little dust
Stupid little punk, Eiht'll all-out bust
Compton's Most W-a-n-t-e-d
Top choice, best, can't fade the rest
Hah! Eiht is only good for steady dumpin
Geah, Unknown and Slip be like bumpin
High, cause you're so fly - dud
Kick back with the pack, and I get high off the bud'
Cause I'm with that
Yeah, Eiht, that was like funky
I think that'll do the trick
But Chill - you're next up to bat on this
You with it?
[ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ]
Yo, let's go, another star
The p-a-are-t-n-e-are
Of the E, the back-and-forth, the mic-switchin
And the lyrics Eiht write be like pitchin
Rough, cause the rhythm makes your goosebumps pump
I could drop you in a minute, so shut up, chump
I'm down for doin, won't be called no punk
Rag a pack, crackerjack, hit the endo blunt
Chill, will get ill, so get real
Still, let me kill, and you can pay up the bill
The lyrics that I bust make you brag and boast
How CMW rocks the fresh West Coast
Eiht and Chill, two fresh Afro-Americans