Lyrics:

[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]Yo, I got a word for a skee tryin to bust meAll they gotta do is just give up that pussyGirls, save the drama, cause I know you're in heatSpread your legs and get ready for the Compton meatI'm a hound, cause the twat makes the Eiht go wildThrow your legs on my shoulder, or doggy styleGot to play the role like a punk-ass skeeNext thing that you know is, you give it to meGirls in Compton say they ain't with itSave the drag, stupid bitch, in other words, quit itCause I deliver quick fast like Roto-RooterSay the dick ain't potent, crazy duck, I shoot herFirst you tell me 'no', then you tell me 'yes'In a week you're sayin 'maybe', then you say 'I guess'??? Compton ain't the Eiht, so whatAll I know is that I'm a pussy hound, and you got to give it up[ CHORUS ] (Give it up, you give it up You know what's on my mind Give it up, you give it up now You been wasting too much time)[ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ]I know you're frontin like a virgin queenBut Tha Chill is on attack smooth, more like a hype sex fiendGive it up, don't play dumb, sayin what?I got a little love, because my hand's on your buttGirls walk, girls talk, girls talk smackDon't play him, cause Chill ain't goin out like thatShake your tight butt while you rock to the beatThen you hound like a female dog in heatGirls, I see the games that you're playinMoment I arrive in the pussy, bitch, start prayinKotex, I fill it, girls too seriousDown some satin to the head, then I fuck you on your periodMy dick's on hard while I'm rhyminI want the real pussy, to hell with the grindinI don't show no mercySo go ahead and curse meChill gives a fuckSo yo, give it up (Give it up, you give it up) (Make love to me) (Make love to me) (Give it up, you give it up) (You know I will make love to you) (I wanna fuck you) (Give it up, you give it up) (I want a blowjob, and I'm not kiddin) (Give it up, you give it up) (Wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat)[ VERSE 3: MC Eiht ]Not a drag, so why you play me like a kitten?Straighforward to the point, girl, no bullshittinWe can get loaded, and as you get hotThink a plot you can drop, yo, it pops on the twatJuice me like a fruit, but you know it ain't cuteStinky slut, Eiht'll give your punk ass the bootCause I'm the type of brother who don't waste timeWith the fancy-ass dress and red roses and wineI'm a Compton nigga, Compton got it goinPeace to the Compton girls, because they hoeinSo if another brother try to call you a skeeFuck the shit that he's talkin, you can skid to E[ VERSE 4: Tha Chill ]Here's the final word to the girls that skipShould they give it up, E? (Hell geah)Chill is ready for the ultimate takinGot no time for no bitch that's fakinLet me be the first to break you inAnother skee comes along, and yo, I'm in like FlynnYou say it's too soon, I don't give a fuckBut if the E want some (Bitch, we got to toss you up)It's simple, don't try to front like you don't knowBut if you skee with Tha Chill, then you got to be a hoeNo draggin, no laggin, and please stop nagginChill is ready for the fuckSo yo, give it up[ CHORUS ] (Give it up, you give it up) (We wanna fuck you) (Give it up, you give it up) (Compton's Most Wanted) (Give it up, you give it up) (Biiitch) (I wanna fuck you too) (Give it up, you give it up) (Whose pussy is this? Who's it?) (Give it up, you give it up) (It's yours) (yours) (yours) (Yeah, I'm tryin to dog the best I can ??? as I enjoy it)

Compton's Most Wanted Give It Up