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King Tee lyrics Ya Better Bring a Gun lyrics [ VERSE 1: King Tee ] 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 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 Cause everybody's a family, if not, they're a crew I'm here to give some advice advice (Run!) 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 em what's up, man What you used to do [ VERSE 2: Mixmaster Spade ] I used to cut up the beat on the two turntables Now I'm rappin on the mic, cause I'm willin and able When I'm on the mic I take no slack And everytime 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 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 stree without my gun) [ female voice ] Now you know this just don't make no kinda sense [ VERSE 3: King Tee ] 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, cause they murdered the cops 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 [ VERSE 4: King Tee ] Now you got a nice car with a brand-new paintin Rag top convertable 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 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?) Other King Tee lyrics: Ko Rock Stuff lyrics You Can't See Me lyrics Super Nigga lyrics Duck lyrics Let's Go Dippin lyrics 3 Strikes Ya' Out lyrics Down Ass Loc lyrics Freestyle Ghetto lyrics Way Out There lyrics Let's Get it On lyrics Check the Flow lyrics Advertisement lyrics Act a Fool lyrics At Your Own Risk lyrics Bass lyrics Can This Be Real lyrics Diss You lyrics Guitar Playin' lyrics Just Clowning lyrics Payback's a Mutha lyrics Played Like a Piano lyrics Ruff Rhyme (Back Again) lyrics The Coolest lyrics Drunk Tekneek lyrics Got it Bad Y'all lyrics On Tha Rox lyrics Just Flauntin' lyrics At Your Own Risk (Budha Mix) lyrics King Tee's Beer Stand * lyrics We Got Tha Fat Joint lyrics Where'sa Hoe Sat lyrics A Hoe B-4 Tha Homie lyrics Blow My Sox Off lyrics Where'sa Hoe Sat (Cont.) lyrics Triflin' Nigga lyrics Black Togetha Again lyrics Bust Dat Ass lyrics Tha Great lyrics |