King Tee Ya Better Bring A Gun lyrics

They live on the street and they hustle for fame
Some kill for a livin', some sling cocaine
Because it's now a lifestyle and a full-time job
And if you live in Compton, it's like at McCobb

From block to block everybody's bad
And if you don't know where you're at
Then your life's been had
â€~Cause they walk in the street with intentions to meet
Some sappy lookin' punk with Fila on his feet

And if you try to act tough, well Mr. Tough, you're through
â€~Cause everybody's a family, if not, they're a crew
I'm here to give some advice advice
(Run)
â€~Cause if you're ever in Compton, you better bring a gun

Yo, here come my homeboy, Mixmaster Spade
Man, what's up, man?
Hey man, ain't you from Compton, man?
(Ah yeah)
Alright man, tell â€~em what's up, man
What you used to do

I used to cut up the beat on the two turntables
Now I'm rappin' on the mic, â€~cause I'm willin' and able
When I'm on the mic I take no slack
And every time that you see me I'm tearin' a gat

I got .380s and .22s
You messs with me, I'm gonna bust on you
I got a .357 and a M-16
They call me Master Spade, and Tee's the King

Now Compton is the city where the homeboys stay
Rollin' in a different car everyday
Can't roll too hard, gotta watch my back
â€~Cause if I don't, I just might get jacked

Now Compton is a city of a lotta fun
(Can't walk down the street
Can't walk down the street
Can't walk down the street without my gun)

Now you know this just don't make no kinda sense

Now the next place is kinda risky
If you're walkin' with your mother
Y'all can get shot if she wears the wrong color
They're all from the old school, nobody's modern
The place I'm talkin' 'bout is the Nickerson Gardens


You can get away with murder, â€~cause they murdered the cops
â€~Cause they said they tried to run a bumrush on Watts
But they took control, slingers walk real tall
While real down gangbangers write their set on the wall

If I was you I wouldn't visit here, it's like hell
And if you get robbed, who you gonna tell?
I'm only here for advice, advice
(Run)
And if you're ever in Watts, you better bring a gun

Now you got a nice car with a brand-new paintin'
Rag top convertible with all-gold Daytons
You decide to take a ride down the Crenshaw Strip
You stop at the Fat Burgers to feed your lip

You got your sounds bumpin', playin' Zapp and Vibe
A skeezer comes your way, you say, "Let's take a ride"
So you're cruisin' Crenshaw with her, you're goin' to bail
A brown Cutlass pulls up, they put a gauge to your head

They say, "Get our your car, if you value your life
And leave your money if you love your wife"
Now you're standin' in the street lookin' like you're on crack
And you say to yourself, ‽I can't believe I got jacked'

You call the police because your car they stole
But when you get in touch with them, they put you on hold
Your car is gone, nothin' could be done
So next time you cruise Crenshaw, you better bring a gun

Alright, I wanna thank Mixmaster Spade
For comin' out to rock with me
(And Greg Mack)
The Mack Attack

And I also wanna thank J-Ro and Sweet Tooth
For comin' out rockin'
(And DJ [Name])
And I wanna thank Scotty D, Cold-Crush Chris

And DJ Pooh, the Hip-Hop Gangster
(When he say beat â€~em up he don't be bluffin')
Word
And oh yeah, I forgot somebody
Unknown

Yo man
Who blew up that McDonald's on Central and Rosecrans, du?