Tim Dog Fuck Compton

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...

(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 muthafuckas

But you go on thinking you're hard

Come to New York and we'll see who gets robbed

Take your jeri 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...

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 a hundred miles and running

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 muthafucking name

Tim Dog, that's my muthafucking 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 an ache and take and fake

Wooh! and I'm still great

Fuck Compton...