[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

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