Hit The News [explicit] Lyrics - Streets Of Compton [explicit] - Game

40 ounces ain't the only thing poppin' 

'Round here we get it clockin' when the things start knockin' 

Low lows ain't the only thing droppin' 

Bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell "Compton!" 

Like ooh, ooh 

Them niggas hoppin' out of coupés, coupés 

Fuck you thought nigga? They tryna' overuse the shotty 

Shit I'm tryna' hit the news with the shotty 

I am from where the niggas say "What'd up Cuh?" 

You can get your ass wet up by "One Blood?" 

And I bet they just saw El Chapo 

And you can get your noodles spilled right up in your taco 

And you can get your taco turnt into some nachos 

All over cheese my nigga 

What's beef my nigga? Ridin' by slow mo 

Bullet holes in Caine and Sharif my nigga! 

Fuck peace my nigga! Cause every time we try that 

We get smoked by police my nigga 

I am bringing sheets my nigga 

Went from being skinny and gettin' jacked for my Penny's to a beast my nigga 

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40 ounces ain't the only thing poppin' 

'Round here we get it clockin' when the things start knockin' 

Low lows ain't the only thing droppin' 

Bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell "Compton!" 

Like ooh, ooh 

Them niggas hoppin' out of coupés, coupés 

Fuck you thought nigga? They tryna' overuse the shotty 

Shit I'm tryna' hit the news with the shotty 

I want the zooms zooms and wam wams, bricks in the Trans Am 

Shooters on first, second and third, that's a grand slam 

These rap niggas Fruit Loops; Toucan Sam 

When I say so, bloods rush like a handstand 

And ain't with that old Death Row shit 

Been bangin' since '94, I ain't never did no hoe shit 

Type of nigga I am, empty out the whole clip 

Call my YG's and have em' run through your whole shit 

Who was before Kendrick, who was before Nip? 

Middle of the Slauson, did my shit fighting four Crips 

You win some and you lose some nigga 

You break knuckles and you bruise some nigga, what? 

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40 ounces ain't the only thing poppin' 

'Round here we get it clockin' when the things start knockin' 

Low lows ain't the only thing droppin' 

Bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell "Compton!" 

Like ooh, ooh 

Them niggas hoppin' out of coupés, coupés 

Fuck you thought nigga? They tryna' overuse the shotty 

Shit I'm tryna' hit the news with the shotty