King T, MC Ren - Two Gs From Compton lyrics

Say what tell me somethin'
Where the gangstas at?
Where the hustlers at?

Now, relax your mind cause all
The drinks is free
And get down with the sound of K-IN-G
And MC Ren, I bet you're like
"Where them niggas been?"
The backstreets of Compton checkin' ends
Original residents, I'm off Caldwell and Kemp
About a hoe short from a pimp
With the gangsta walk limp
I tossed up the hat by the Raiders
Now I'm crocodile and alligator
Tryna get my paper, man, they say King T was
The alcoholic funk from Tha Liks, bust this
From Alondra to the top block of Central
I'm known for crackin niggas' dental
Loc, I'm like mental
My attitude starts to get mean
Now Ren's with the king
What we gon' sing? Some
Old gangsta spiritual theme
Hell naw, lyrics gotta cling

Niggas be lovin' 'em Compton niggas
Put the west coast on the map
Now every bitch nigga and they mama tryna rap
Go check the real nigga tree from the CPT
You got them niggas for life
And that muthafucka King T
The villain be down with the
King like Joey Simmons
Niggas in Compton'll make your ass
See sparks like Robin Givens
Or you can go for a ride in a trunk
While I'm hangin' with the king while
He's sittin' on a tow-truck
My big dick still live in
Khakis since day one
I got a gang of nigga shit, go and play one
My nigga still the coolest
Now we makin' pussies hot
If you ain't from Compton
Nigga gotta shake the spot
Got a big fuckin' pot for me to piss in
Cause all the bomb shit a nigga make
Hoes listen
Nigga, fuck shows, I don't have to be seen
You makin' demos, I'ma make that cream

Watch the gangsta boogie
Watch the hustlers get paid
And watch all these freaks get played
Two Gs from Compton
Originals from back in the days
Lowridin' 64's and rag treys
Watch the gangsta boogie
Watch the hustlers get paid
And watch all these freaks get played
Two Gs from Compton
Originals from back in the days
Lowridin' 64's and rag treys

Niggas in the streets bump my
Shit in parking lots
While they fuckin' in backseats
From Riverside to Watts
Me and the king, nigga, ain't nothin' nice
Niggas Hollywood
Turnin' into hoes like Heidi Fleiss
Butt naked like they hot from some sherm
Kissin' groupie bitches with a
Mouth full of sperm
While Ren help the king lay claim to a city
Cause niggas tryna rule sound shitty
I'm dedicatin' this to Compton niggas inside
Y'all can bump this when
You niggas wanna ride
You niggas ain't knowin' I
Got vaccines for wackness
Niggas close by that make yo
Ass fade to blackness so nigga
The villain be droppin' shit like
This and I slide
I got my bitch, the king's on my side
It shouldn't have to be like that
But, it's where you're from
Not where you're at, nigga

Another heartless attack
There's a cool locomotive on the track
Cavi vocab by the batch
I serve it like crack
What, they huddle up for the double up
Bombay i do this shit all day
What the dizzneal, these fiends who stressin'
They think I'm from the
Westside with no connections
I run it in perfection
Protectin' be the Tec-9 fully
Kick rocks or get popped by the bully
The Aftermath terror begins soon as
I grace the throne
Don't fuck with the microphone
Leave it alone man, check this six-foot
Gangsta baritone spark
From down to Kelly Park it's respected
We keep the dancefloors hectic (here it is)
I know it's not what you expected
(but it's square biz)
Locs from Hub City, Capone and Frank Nitty
Gets down with a brand-new Compton sound

Watch the gangsta boogie
Watch the hustlers get paid
And watch all these freaks get played
Two Gs from Compton
Originals from back in the days
Lowridin' 64's and rag treys
Watch the gangsta boogie
Watch the hustlers get paid
And watch all these freaks get played
Two Gs from Compton
Originals from back in the days
Lowridin' 64's and rag treys