Cowards In Compton Lyrics

Cowards In Compton lyrics

Featuring Clayvosie JT Money

Intro: Luke
UH! Yo fuck ass niggas
let
me tell y'all one thing right now I just don't give a fuck!
I'ma let niggas
just RIP y'all motherfuckin' throwdown y'all
gay ass motherfuckers! Snoop
ass hoe ass dog ass nigga!
Dre you ain't nothin' but my bitch I'ma make you
my bitch!
You look like you could suck a nigga' dick hoe ass
motherfucker!!

Verse 1: JT Money

I know niggas ain't tryin' to
diss comin' with that wack shit
Keep tryin' to front, get your motherfuckin'
back split
And yo' ass kicked! Your shit is drastic!
Run up on my nigga,
get your punk ass blasted!
Real niggas don't talk that gay shit
Talk
about, let another nigga suck ya dick
Only punks talk like that
I won't
even bust ya; I'll slap you with my gat!
Frontin' like a gangsta, but you's
a faggot
See if you can act it, but you can't back it
A nigga like me
won't play wit' ya
I'ma BUCK BUCK BUCK when I get ya!
Fuck it, I'm Goin'
All Out
Step on Death Row and spray up ya house, nigga!
Dumb motherfucker
tryin' to talk bad
Fuck around, get a missile launched in yo' ass
And for
your homies talkin' fly shit,
If we was locked up together I'd have made 'em
MY bitches!
'Cause I know y'all pranksters
Y'all niggas still Fakin' Like
Gangsters! Fuck y'all!!

Verse 2: Clayvosie

It's about time for me
to tear the roof off the motherfucker
I grab the gat to make you fuck-niggas
run for cover
You can fool a groupie, but you can't fool a gangsta
1985,
you used to be a fuckin' prankster
Down with (?) and the World Wreckin'
Cru
Turnin' off the lights and dressin' like bitches too
Every nigga on
Death Row must be a joke
I put a level to the chair and watch you niggas
smoke
Real niggas don't follow punks down here
I guess your nigga Snoopie
Dogg must be a queer
So who the fuck you gonna blast here in Miami?
Fuck
with me and I'll kill your whol' family!
And I do mean hoe', you think I'm
playin', son?
I got my glock to your head, now where you gonna
run?
Before you diss my nigga Luke, you better think twice
I'll pull a
trigger, nigga, and turn off your life!

Luke:
Yeah, fuck-ass nigga,
you just don't know! A nigga know about yo'
motherfuckin' ass with them
"Turn Off the Lights" days! Nigga,
when you was sittin' on them album covers
with the motherfuckin'
lip gloss, and them sequins outfits on, nigga, I know
what a nigga want
you to do right now! Nigga, you know what I want you to do
for me
right now? I want you to just, *music stops*
Take off that
g-string, ba-by,
'Cause you know you look real cra-zy,
And you gon' be my
hoe - maybe -
I just don't like this nigga.
Yo, Mike Fresh, let's just
take these fuck-niggas' beat!!
*The opening of the instrumental track from
"Fuck Wit Dre Day"*
Yeah, this is how we do, we take fuck-niggas'
beat!
Yo, better yet, fuck that shit, my nigga, fuck that shit!
*The
record needle is dragged off*
Yo, my nigga, bring the real shit in!
Get
that ol' coochie shit outta here!!
*The "Cowards" track comes back
on*

Verse 3: JT Money

Verse two, motherfucker, I still hit you
with the ill shit
Fuck with my nigga and yo' ass'll get killed
quick
Pussy nigga, you ain't shit!!
Did a whole album of other niggas
pullin' your dick
I'll wreck your whole staff
Bust shots at they ass, you
niggas can't last!
So don't try to flip the script, money grip
Got a tech
on my hip, plus I'm in the mood to trip
And I'll take your 4-4
Take a
walk down Death Row, them niggas get Petrol
'Cause that shit ain't nothin'
but soft-town
Play bad, get knocked the fuck off, clown
I'll be on the
D.L. scopin'
Catch you slippin', leave your motherfuckin' chest open
That
nigga changed gears like a 10-speed
Last album, that nigga was against
weed
Now he's mister Chronic-man
Get high, nigga, try to play bionic
man
Act like you wanna be tough
And we gon' see who'll really get fucked,
ya fuck!!

Luke: Yeah, fuck-ass nigga, lemme tell you somethin'! What you
gon'
be? You gon' be a real nigga or you gon' be a flaunt, nigga? You
gon'
be on weed, or you ain't gon' be on weed? You gon' be a bruise
next
year! Aaight, what you gon' be on this motherfuckin' year? Let
me
tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga, right? All real niggas - I mean,
you
lookin' at a real nigga, nigga, now lemme tell you somethin', have
you
ever got head on stage, then? I'll get head from yo' motherfuckin'
hoe
on stage! You let the bitch be in the audience, 'cause I'ma take
that
pussy! You a pussy-ass, cock-ass nigga! Lemme tell you
somethin'!
Cowards in Compton get sprayed in dank! Cowards in Compton
get
sprayed in dank, pussy!! Cowards in Compton get sprayed
in
motherfuckin' dank!! You hoe-ass nigga, you my bitch, bitch!!
JT (in
the manner of Dre): HELL yeah!

Announcer (talking rapidly):
Luke
Records would like to acknowledge that all references made in the
previous
work towards homosexuals is not reflecting anti-homosexual
position on our
part. Our problem was just homosexuals by the name of
Dr. Dre and Snoop
Dogg.