Tim Dog - **** Compton Producer
Oh ****
************s step to the rear and cheer
Cause Tim Dog is here
Let’s get down to the nitty gritty
And talk about a ******** city
Talking about ****** 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
You think you’re cool with your curls and your shades
I’ll roll thick and you’ll be yelling raid
A hard brother that lives in New York
Where suckers are hard and we don’t have to talk
Shut your mouth before we come out stomping
Hey, yo Eazy
**** Compton
**** Compton
**** Compton
**** Compton
**** ’em
(Why you dissing Eazy?)
Cause the boy ain’t ****
Chew him with tobacco, an’ spit him in ****
I crush Ice Cube, I’m cool wit Ice T
But NWA ain’t **** to me
Dre beating on Dee from Pump it Up
Step to the Dog and get ****ed 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 **** is for dumb ************s
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 ******** tracks
Now you’re mad and you’re thinking about stomping
Well I’m from the South Bronx
**** Compton
**** Compton
**** Compton
**** Compton
**** ’em
Tim Dog and I’m the best from the East.
And all this Compton **** 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 **** Michel’le
In the bathroom we was boning
You shoulda heard how the ***** was moaning
Shut the **** up *****, you can’t sing
Ya sound like a kid playing on a swing
I’m the man at hand to run the band
That’s in command
You know who the **** I am
Tim Dog, what’s my **********ing name
Tim Dog, that’s my **********ing 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
**** Compton
**** Compton
**** Compton
**** Compton