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VERSE 1: MC Eiht
Yo, I got a word for a skee tryin to bust me
All they gotta do is just give up that p*ssy
Girls, save the drama, cause I know you're in heat
Spread your legs and get ready for the Compton meat
I'm a hound, cause the tw*t makes the Eiht go wild
Throw your legs on my shoulder, or doggy style
Got to play the role like a punk-ass skee
Next thing that you know is, you give it to me
Girls in Compton say they ain't with it
Save the drag, stupid b*tch, in other words, quit it
Cause I deliver quick fast like Roto-Rooter
Say the d*ck ain't potent, crazy duck, I shoot her
First 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 what
All I know is that I'm a p*ssy 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 queen
But Tha Chill is on attack smooth, more like a hype sex fiend
Give it up, don't play dumb, sayin what?
I got a little love, because my hand's on your butt
Girls walk, girls talk, girls talk smack
Don't play him, cause Chill ain't goin out like that
Shake your tight b*tt while you rock to the beat
Then you hound like a female dog in heat
Girls, I see the games that you're playin
Moment I arrive in the p*ssy, b*tch, start prayin
Kotex, I fill it, girls too serious
Down some satin to the head, then I fk you on your period
My d*ck's on hard while I'm rhymin
I want the real p*ssy, to hell with the grindin
I don't show no mercy
So go ahead and curse me
Chill gives a fk
So 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 fk you)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(I want a bj, 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 bulls**ttin
We can get loaded, and as you get hot
Think a plot you can drop, yo, it pops on the tw*t
Juice me like a fruit, but you know it ain't cute
Stinky sl*t, Eiht'll give your punk as* the boot
Cause I'm the type of brother who don't waste time
With the fancy-ass dress and red roses and wine
I'm a Compton nigg*, Compton got it goin
Peace to the Compton girls, because they hoein
So if another brother try to call you a skee
fk the s**t that he's talkin, you can skid to E
VERSE 4: Tha Chill
Here's the final word to the girls that skip
Should they give it up, E? (Hell geah)
Chill is ready for the ultimate takin
Got no time for no b*tch that's fakin
Let me be the first to break you in
Another skee comes along, and yo, I'm in like Flynn
You say it's too soon, I don't give a fk
But if the E want some (b*tch, we got to toss you up)
It's simple, don't try to front like you don't know
But if you skee with Tha Chill, then you got to be a hoe
No draggin, no laggin, and please stop naggin
Chill is ready for the fk
So yo, give it up
CHORUS
(Give it up, you give it up)
(We wanna fk you)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(Compton's Most Wanted)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(Biiitch)
(I wanna fk you too)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(Whose p*ssy 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)