🎵 Fuck Compton // by Tim Dog

53 Contributors Fuck Compton Lyrics A diss by the old school Bronx rapper directed at the newly famous West Coast rap scene, especially the group NWA. Tim Dog never claimed to have been instigated by a personal slight and speaks only as an… Read More  [Verse 1] Aw shit, motherfuckers, step to the rear and cheer 'Cause Tim Dog is here Let's get right down to the nitty-gritty And talk about a bullshit city Talkin' about niggas 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 riff on the West Coast I'll diss 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 yellin' out, "Raid" A hard brother that lives in New York Where suckers are hard and we don't have to talk Shut your mouth 'fore we come out stompin' Hey, yo Eazy!, fuck Compton [Chorus] Fuck Compton Fuck Compton (Yeah) Fuck Compton (Oh, yeah) Fuck 'em [Verse 2] Why you dissing Eazy? 'Cause the boy ain't shit Chew him with tobacco, and spit him in shit I'll crush Ice Cube, I'm cool with Ice-T But N.W.A ain't shit to me Dre, beatin' on Dee from "Pump it Up!"? Step to the Dog and get fucked up I'm simplistic, imperialistic, idealistic And I'm kicking the ballistics Having that gang war We wanna know what you're fighting for Fighting over colors? All that gang shit's 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 curl, 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 [Chorus] Fuck Compton (Yeah) Fuck Compton (Yeah, haha) Fuck Compton Fuck 'em [Interlude] Yo, it's about time we got somebody from the South Bronx Speakin' on them wack-ass rappers from Compton (Yeah) Know what, man? They really ain't shit [Verse 3] 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 wife 'cause that's not wise You really think that you can rhyme? Well come and get some of this loaded TEC-9 Buck-buck-buck! 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 fucked Michel'le In the bathroom we was bonin' You shoulda heard how the bitch was moanin' Do, do, boo-do, doo-doo Do, do, do-do, do, do Shut the fuck up bitch, you can't sing You 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 The 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 Woo, and I'm still too great [Outro] Fuck Compton Fuck Compton (Yeah) Fuck Compton Yeah, this a little somethin' to let you know That these West Coast rappers ain't takin' over 'Cause I'ma say out the South Bronx And we ain't havin' that shit Tim Dog, peace out Fuck 'em