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luke - cowards in compton كلمات الأغنية

featuring clayvosie jt money
intro: luke
uh! yo f-ck -ss n-gg-s
let me tell y’all one thing right now i just don’t give a f-ck!
i’ma let n-gg-s just rip y’all motherf-ckin’ throwdown y’all
gay -ss motherf-ckers! snoop -ss hoe -ss dog -ss n-gg-!
dre you ain’t nothin’ but my b-tch i’ma make you my b-tch!
you look like you could suck a n-gg-‘ d-ck hoe -ss motherf-cker!
verse 1: jt money
i know n-gg-s ain’t tryin’ to diss comin’ with that wack sh-t
keep tryin’ to front, get your motherf-ckin’ back split
and yo’ -ss kicked! your sh-t is drastic!
run up on my n-gg-, get your punk -ss blasted!
real n-gg-s don’t talk that gay sh-t
talk about, let another n-gg- suck ya d-ck
only punks talk like that
i won’t even bust ya; i’ll slap you with my gat!
frontin’ like a gangsta, but you’s a f-ggot
see if you can act it, but you can’t back it
a n-gg- like me won’t play wit’ ya
i’ma buck buck buck when i get ya!
f-ck it, i’m goin’ all out
step on death row and spray up ya house, n-gg-!
dumb motherf-cker tryin’ to talk bad
f-ck around, get a missile launched in yo’ -ss
and for your homies talkin’ fly sh-t,
if we was locked up together i’d have made ’em my b-tches!
’cause i know y’all pranksters
y’all n-gg-s still fakin’ like gangsters! f-ck y’all!
verse 2: clayvosie
it’s about time for me to tear the roof off the motherf-cker
i grab the gat to make you f-ck-n-gg-s run for cover
you can fool a groupie, but you can’t fool a gangsta
1985, you used to be a f-ckin’ prankster
down with (?) and the world wreckin’ cru
turnin’ off the lights and dressin’ like b-tches too
every n-gg- on death row must be a joke
i put a level to the chair and watch you n-gg-s smoke
real n-gg-s don’t follow punks down here
i guess your n-gg- snoopie dogg must be a queer
so who the f-ck you gonna blast here in miami?
f-ck with me and i’ll kill your whol’ family!
and i do mean hoe’, you think i’m playin’, son?
i got my glock to your head, now where you gonna run?
before you diss my n-gg- luke, you better think twice
i’ll pull a trigger, n-gg-, and turn off your life!
luke:
yeah, f-ck–ss n-gg-, you just don’t know! a n-gg- know about yo’
motherf-ckin’ -ss with them “turn off the lights” days! n-gg-,
when you was sittin’ on them alb-m covers with the motherf-ckin’
lip gloss, and them sequins outfits on, n-gg-, i know what a n-gg- want
you to do right now! n-gg-, you know what i want you to do for me
right now? i want you to just, -music stops-
take off that g-string, ba-by,
’cause you know you look real cra-zy,
and you gon’ be my hoe – maybe –
i just don’t like this n-gg-.
yo, mike fresh, let’s just take these f-ck-n-gg-s’ beat!
-the opening of the instrumental track from “f-ck wit dre day”-
yeah, this is how we do, we take f-ck-n-gg-s’ beat!
yo, better yet, f-ck that sh-t, my n-gg-, f-ck that sh-t!
-the record needle is dragged off-
yo, my n-gg-, bring the real sh-t in!
get that ol’ coochie sh-t outta here!
-the “cowards” track comes back on-
verse 3: jt money
verse two, motherf-cker, i still hit you with the ill sh-t
f-ck with my n-gg- and yo’ -ss’ll get killed quick
p-ssy n-gg-, you ain’t sh-t!
did a whole alb-m of other n-gg-s pullin’ your d-ck
i’ll wreck your whole staff
bust shots at they -ss, you n-gg-s can’t last!
so don’t try to flip the script, money grip
got a tech on my hip, plus i’m in the mood to trip
and i’ll take your 4-4
take a walk down death row, them n-gg-s get petrol
’cause that sh-t ain’t nothin’ but soft-town
play bad, get knocked the f-ck off, clown
i’ll be on the d.l. scopin’
catch you slippin’, leave your motherf-ckin’ chest open
that n-gg- changed gears like a 10-speed
last alb-m, that n-gg- was against weed
now he’s mister chronic-man
get high, n-gg-, try to play bionic man
act like you wanna be tough
and we gon’ see who’ll really get f-cked, ya f-ck!
luke: yeah, f-ck–ss n-gg-, lemme tell you somethin’! what you gon’
be? you gon’ be a real n-gg- or you gon’ be a flaunt, n-gg-? you gon’
be on weed, or you ain’t gon’ be on weed? you gon’ be a bruise next
year! aaight, what you gon’ be on this motherf-ckin’ year? let me
tell you somethin’ ’bout a n-gg-, right? all real n-gg-s – i mean, you
lookin’ at a real n-gg-, n-gg-, now lemme tell you somethin’, have you
ever got head on stage, then? i’ll get head from yo’ motherf-ckin’ hoe
on stage! you let the b-tch be in the audience, ’cause i’ma take that
p-ssy! you a p-ssy–ss, c-ck–ss n-gg-! lemme tell you somethin’!
cowards in compton get sprayed in dank! cowards in compton get
sprayed in dank, p-ssy! cowards in compton get sprayed in
motherf-ckin’ dank! you hoe–ss n-gg-, you my b-tch, b-tch!
jt (in the manner of dre): h-ll yeah!
announcer (talking rapidly):
luke records would like to acknowledge that all references made in the
previous work towards h-m-s-xuals is not reflecting anti-h-m-s-xual
position on our part. our problem was just h-m-s-xuals by the name of
dr. dre and snoop dogg.

- luke

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