Ya Better Bring A Gun Lyrics - King Tee

[ VERSE 1: King Tee ] 

They live on the street and they hustle for fame 

Some kill for a livin, some sling cocaine 

Because it's now a lifestyle and a full-time job 

And if you live in Compton, it's like at McCobb 

From block to block everybody's bad 

And if you don't know where you're at, then your life's been had 

Cause they walk in the street with intentions to meet 

Some sappy lookin punk with Fila on his feet 

And if you try to act tough, well Mr. Tough, you're through 

Cause everybody's a family, if not, they're a crew 

I'm here to give some advice advice (Run!) 

Cause if you're ever in Compton, you better bring a gun 

Yo, here come my homeboy Mixmaster Spade 

Man, what's up, man? 

Hey man, ain't you from Compton, man? 

(Ah yeah) 

Alright man, tell em what's up, man 

What you used to do 

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[ VERSE 2: Mixmaster Spade ] 

I used to cut up the beat on the two turntables 

Now I'm rappin on the mic, cause I'm willin and able 

When I'm on the mic I take no slack 

And everytime that you see me I'm tearin a gat 

I got .380s and .22s 

You messs with me, I'm gonna bust on you 

I got a .357 and a M-16 

They call me Master Spade, and Tee's the King 

Now Compton is the city where the homeboys stay 

Rollin in a different car everyday 

Can't roll too hard, gotta watch my back 

Cause if I don't, I just might get jacked 

Now Compton is a city of a lotta fun 

(Can't walk down the street 

(Can't walk down the street 

Can't walk down the stree without my gun) 

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[ female voice ] 

Now you know this just don't make no kinda sense 

[ VERSE 3: King Tee ] 

Now the next place is kinda risky if you're walkin with your mother 

Y'all can get shot if she wears the wrong color 

They're all from the old school, nobody's modern 

The place I'm talkin 'bout is the Nickerson Gardens 

You can get away with murder, cause they murdered the cops 

Cause they said they tried to run a bumrush on Watts 

But they took control, slingers walk real tall 

While real down gangbangers write their set on the wall 

If I was you I wouldn't visit here, it's like hell 

And if you get robbed, who you gonna tell? 

I'm only here for advice advice (run!) 

And if you're ever in Watts, you better bring a gun 

[ VERSE 4: King Tee ] 

Now you got a nice car with a brand-new paintin 

Rag top convertable with all-gold Daytons 

You decide to take a ride down the Crenshaw strip 

You stop at the Fat Burgers to feed your lip 

You got your sounds bumpin, playin Zapp and Vibe 

A skeezer comes your way, you say, "Let's take a ride" 

So you're cruisin Crenshaw with her, you're goin to bail 

A brown Cutlass pulls up, they put a gauge to your head 

They say, "(Get our your car) if you value your life 

(And leave your money) if you love your wife" 

Now you're standin in the street lookin like you're on crack 

And you say to yourself: I can't believe I got jacked 

You call the police because your car they stole 

But when you get in touch with them, they put you on hold 

Your car is gone, nothin could be done 

So next time you cruise Crenshaw, YOU BETTER BRING A GUN! 

Alright, I wanna thank Mixmaster Spade for comin out to rock with me 

(And Greg Mack) the Mack Attack 

And I also wanna thank J-Ro and Sweet Tooth for comin out rockin 

(And DJ [Name]) 

And I wanna thank Scotty D, Cold-Crush Chris 

And DJ Pooh, the Hip-Hop Gangster 

(When he say beat em up he don't be bluffin) 

Word 

And oh yeah, I forgot somebody 

Unknown! 

(Yo man 

Who blew up that McDonald's on Central and Rosecrans, du?)