Compton`s Most Wanted One Time Gaffled `em Up Lyrics

One Time Gaffled `em Up Lyrics

(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!