Fuck Compton Lyrics - Tim Dog

Oh shit mutherfuckas step to the rear and cheer 

'Cause Tim Dog is here 

Let's get down to the nitty gritty 

And talk about a bullshit city 

Talking about niggaz 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 rif on the West Coast 

I'll dis and spray your ass like a roach 

Ya think you're cool wit your curls and your shades 

I'll roll thick and you'll be yelling raid 

One hard brother that lives in New York 

Where brothers are hard and we don't have to talk 

Shut your mouth before we come out stomping 

Hey, yo Eazy -- Fuck Compton! 

Fuck Compton! 

Fuck Compton! (Yeah) 

Fuck Compton! (Ah, yeah) 

Fuck 'em! 

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(Why you dissing Eazy?) 

'Cause the boy ain't shit 

Chew him with tobacco, an' spit him in shit 

I crush Ice Cube, I'm cool wit Ice T 

But NWA ain't shit to me 

Dre --- beating on Dee from "Pump it Up"? 

Step to the Dog and get fucked up! 

I'm simplistic, imperialistic, idealistic 

And I'm kicking ballistics 

Having that gang war 

We want to know what you're fighting for 

Fighting over colors? 

All that gang shit is 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! 

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Fuck Compton! (Yeah) 

Fuck Compton! (Yeah, haha) 

Fuck Compton! 

Fuck 'em! 

(Yo, It's about time we had someone from the South Bronx picking on the wack-ass rappers from Compton. Y'Know what, man? We 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 and 

Don't jeopardize my arrive 'cause that's not wise 

You really think that you can rhyme 

Well come and get some of this loaded tech-nine 

Bo bo bo shots are cold gunning 

And you'll really be 

You wanna play go ride in a sleigh 

I'm so large I fuck Michel le' 

In the bathroom we was boning 

You shoulda heard how the bitch was moaning 

"Do do do do dooo do do do do do do do" 

Shut the fuck up bitch, you can't sing 

Ya sound like a kid playing on a swing (Fuck you!) 

I'm the man at hand to run the band 

That's in command 

You know who the fuck I am 

Tim Dog! What's my motherfucking name? 

Tim Dog! That's my motherfucking game 

So whether you think that I'm just a myth 

That riff 

The lift 

The gift 

The if 

The fifth' 

The shift 

The spliff 

That's in control 

To hold 

To fold 

To bold 

And make 

And ache 

And take 

And fake 

Wooh! and I'm still too great 

Fuck Compton! 

Fuck Compton! (Yeah) 

Fuck Compton! (yeah) 

Yeah, this a little something to let you know that you West Coast rappers ain't taking over, 'cause I'm straight out the South Bronx, and we ain't having that shit! Tim Dog! Peace out! 

Fuck 'em!