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One Time Gaffled 'em Up Lyrics - It's A Compton Thang - Compton's Most Wanted

(Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown) 

Tired of the mother fucking jackin 

Boys that be jackin 

Tired of the motherfucking jackin 

Police, wanna front; wanna jack 

 

On a day at the spot where the homies be chillin 

Gossiping about the latest Compton killin 

Brothers is deep, and no time to sleep 

The Boys on the tip, and they trying to creep 

Had a G-ride, so I suggest that we punch it 

Grover was driving, and doing about a hundred 

Hit a corner on the plata. Checked the spot 

Seen the P.D. lights. Down the spot was hot 

Ed Dog was cuffin'. Threw in the back 

Chiste and Lil' Rock jacked for selling that crack 

E, man, hit the fence. Yelled out, "See you later!" 

Shark then pulled out the big blue blazer 

Dookie and Boo didn't know what to do 

Jumped in the car with D.T, bumpin' CMW 

Hit a U around the corner. Did it work? I wonder 

C.P.D. on my ass, and they burnin' rubber 

Didn't want to be like Brother and Fly: locked up 

So I downed the Bird that was still in my cup 

Parked the G-ride, and I started to bail 

'Cause my trip was to home, not the County Jail 

Police swooped. By the time the Boys was near me 

Go Go fled 'cause the homie was kind of leary 

I wasn't sweating shit, 'cause they had nothing on me 

Bam looked bag. They were named. Now his Pony 

They peeped out the pager. Said, "How much did it cost? 

By the way MC Eiht, where's the dope you toss?" 

(Eight): "Me sell dope? Um sir. I'm a rap singer 

Won't go down like the Compton gang banger." 

They ran a warrant check. I must have had good luck 

But the homie who ran. Mmmm 

One Time gaffled him up 

 

(Chorus 3x: Scratched by DJ Unknown) 

Get your ass in the car. 

Ho hold it now. 

Keep still boy. No need for static. 

 

Get your ass in the car. 

You're coming with us! 

 

(Verse 2): 

Had a show to do on a Thursday night 

Me, Chill, Slip, and Tom rolling in Big White 

Loaded as fuck, bumping "The Cactus." 

I hope the Stoney Boys don't try to jack us 

Gas tank was loaded, and so was the E 

Kind of buzzed of the sack of the good E.T. 

Chill was bustin' raps about the good ol' days 

Switching to another form about how he get paid 

Just then the Boys came behind the truck 

Tom looked out and said, "What the fuck?!?!" 

A motor cycle cop riding hard on the tip 

Had to clown his ass once. N' said, "This ain't no C.H.I.P.S!" 

Homie had a warrant for a D.U.I. 

And in my pocket was a fat sack of Chocolate Thai 

Damn! (damn) 

Now it's time to get nervous 

Starey Clown caught back em 

And they was fixing to serve us 

Dumb Dumb walked up and started asking for names 

They he peeped me out and asked what's the gang I claim 

The fact that I'm black is the reason you jack me 

I've got to gang bang 'cause of the hat and khaki's 

If I was in the hood, the dummy wouldn't have found me 

He said, "Shut the fuck up 'fore you're headed for the County!" 

He was already late. The fools had they nerves 

To have us sitting contest on the edge of the curb 

Twas showt, shorter that showt. What can I say? 

"Keep on talking. Go ahead. Make my day 

He started to acting tough n' Chill thought he was bluffin 

But in a second or two, the Boys started the cuffin 

Bud in our pockets. Brew in our cups 

No time for explanations. One Time gaffled us up 

 

(Chorus 3x: Scratched by DJ Unknown) 

Get your ass in the car. 

Ho hold it now. 

For when? For what? 

I ain't guilty! 

 

Get your ass in the car. 

You're coming with us! 

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Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group

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