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WordBetThis beat is like funkyYouknowmsayin?Who put this beat together, man?Yo, that's the DJ UnknownWhat, Unknown?Niggas didn't think he was capable of somethinThey don't we got somethin for itYeah, man, I wrote some funky lyrics to thisAlright, let's get busy...[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]It was a Friday, and Eiht was chillin like a criminalDidn't know the time, so I peeped out the digitalJumped in the hooptie, turned on the ignitionHad the slightest worth of gold, but still was on a missionDown Alondra, rollin kinda toughTwisted up the chocolate thai, and I started to puffAroma smells better than a roseNeeded a shot of the bird, but the sto' was closedSwooped to my girl house to see what was poppinTo let me know if the panties was droppinBaby wanted snaps, twenties by the dozenI guess the tramp thought that the E was buzzinI couldn't fade it, why the hell should I jib?Got the 20 sack of thai, and I'm here for the cribI can't go out like that, that ain't my typeI hooked her up on my late night hypeGeahWordHey man, I don't know what's up with baby, manThis broad is like real trippinHey yo, want me to run somethin, homeboy?Man, I guess, manBaby thinkin she gon' gankAin't no sleepinRun it down[ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ]I was coolin to let you know Tha Chill cools outExplanation, Chill'll tell you what it's aboutAt the pad, on the way to E's to get gotAnd I'm thinkin of a sorry clown we should jack10:30 is the time I start bailin'Chill from C.M.W.', the girlies yellinPay no attention, all they wanna do is bone yaStepped back off the curb, came E around the cornerMusic was thumpin, heads started bobbinSwoopin through Compton like Batman and RobinE is kinda late, what's the plan for the evening?(Let's roll till we find a pack of girls that's skeezin)Skeezin? I play the game like a sportYo E, roll out, let me hit the NewportBoys from Compton (Geah, right)And we hooked you up on that late night hypeToo freshEiht and Chill is back with a funky trackYeah, you know thatHey, I got a 100 to spendWhat's up on some Hen?Yo, man, I'm with thatLet's roll down Compton BoulevardI know there's stores, they open like, late nightWanna step?[ VERSE 3: MC Eiht ]2 a.m. on the 91 freeway, lookin spookyHeaded to this girl house to get my dookieStopped at the station to fill up the tank4 niggas rollin, I better watch out for the gankMove, it was smooth, one of the fools jumped outStarted poppin all this ying-yang from his mouthI said, 'Look, my name is Eiht, and I'm your local town rapper'He said ('So what? I'm your local town jacker')Right then I knew I couldn't reason with the chapSo the thought came (E, peel his cap)I reached under the seat, the sucker got brave* shots * (Sucker) The punk was sprayedChecked out myself, everything was coolDamn, had to lay to rest a crazy foolGeah, don't try to play, cause yo, that ain't my typeAnd you'll get hip to my late night hypeDamn, suckers on my tipMan, homeboy just didn't knowSo we got to peelYouknowmsayin, E?Man, Chill, these suckers got to know ain't no sleepinHomeboy, you know we know what's upAnd that's on thatYouknowmsayin?Hey man, let's kick itI'm with it[ VERSE 4: Tha Chill ]On a night when things was goin kinda slowMe and E takin to the head a cold 4-0I was buzzin and clownin a skee' that was shortRight then Eiht passed me the smokeChillin much hard, and the phone start ringinI was buzzin and it looked like the house was swinginI couldn't fake it, barely made it to the doorI hit a corner, claimed my spot on the floorSuddenly I smelled perfume that was litOpened my eyes, and I had to take a hitKnock-knock-knock on the door, somebody's trippinIt was my girl, E said (Hit the bud' and stop sippin)She kept riffin, I said, 'Shut the trapYou're pissin me off, you keep it up, and I slap'She said, 'No', I said, 'Geah, fool, take a hikeI got no time for your late night hype'Hey manCheck this outIt's like these girls, manThey just comin to the house like 3 o'clock in the mornin, manI can't even dealMan, that ain't nothinI had this girl last night over my house trippinBangin on my door all nightMoms was goin offYouknowmsayin?Hey man, I be trippin off these girls I hearTryin to say they down with the E, knowmsayin?But they can like save the drama for they mamaHey, they keep trippin with me, I'ma have to whipYou know mePut the whip down on em suckers, huh?

Compton's Most Wanted Late Night Hype