Tim Dog — Fuck Compton

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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!

Fuck Compton!
Fuck Compton! (Yeah)
Fuck Compton! (Ah, yeah)
Fuck ’em!

(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 motherfuckers!
But you go on thinking you’re hard
Come to New York and we’ll see who gets robbed!
Take your jheri 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!

Fuck Compton! (Yeah)
Fuck Compton! (Yeah, haha)
Fuck Compton!
Fuck ’em!

(Yo, It’s about time we had someone from the South Bronx picking on the wack-ass rappers from Compton. Y’Know what, man? We really ain’t shit!)

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
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 motherfucking name?
Tim Dog! That’s my motherfucking 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
And ache
And take
And fake
Wooh! and I’m still too great

Fuck Compton!
Fuck Compton! (Yeah)
Fuck Compton! (yeah)

Yeah, this a little something to let you know that you West Coast rappers ain’t taking over, ’cause I’m straight out the South Bronx, and we ain’t having that shit! Tim Dog! Peace out!

Fuck ’em!