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Artist: Jay Brannan
Canonical path: /jay-brannan/str8-outta-compton
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Str8 Outta Compton
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Str8 Outta Compton
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Straight outta compton, a crazy motherfucker named ice cube
From the gang called niggaz with attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Pull the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if you fuck with me
Police are gonna have to come and get me
Off your ass, that's how I'm goin' out
For the punk motherfuckers thats showin' out
Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em up in a pot like gumbo
Goin' off on a motherfucker like that
With a gat that's pointed at your ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin' when I'm down for a jack move
I seen a rainbow yesterday
But too many storms have come and gone
Leavin' a trace of not one God-given ray
Is it because my life is ten shades of gray
I pray all ten fade away
Seldom praise Him for the sunny days
And like His promise is true
Only my faith can undo
The many chances I blew
To bring my life to anew
Clear blue and unconditional skies
Have dried the tears from my eyes
No more lonely cries
My only bleadin' hope
Is for the folk who can't cope
Wit such an endurin' pain
That it keeps 'em in the pourin' rain
Who's to blame
For shootin' caine into your own vein
What a shame
You shoot and aim for someone else's brain
You claim the insane
And name this day in time
For fallin' prey to crime
I say the system got you victim to your own mind
Dreams are hopeless aspirations
In hopes of comin' true
Believe in yourself
Lyrics The rest is up to me and you
Here's a murder rap to keep you dancin'
With a crime record like charles manson
My Ak-47 is the tool
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
You and me can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin' niggaz out the box, daily
Weekly, or monthly and yearly
Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly
That Im down with the capital c-p-t
You can't fuck with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz ice cube is crazy as fuck
When I leave, believe Im stompin'
And when I'm coming back, boy, I'm coming straight outta compton,
coming straight outta compton
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