Compton’s Most Wanted Late Night Hype Lyrics

It’s a Compton Thang Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 One Time Gaffled Em Up
  • 2 I’m Wit Dat
  • 3 Final Chapter
  • 4 I Give Up Nuthin’
  • 5 This Is Compton
  • 6 Rhymes Too Funky, Part 1 (live at Lonzo’s 1988)
  • 7 Duck Sick
  • 8 Give It Up
  • 9 Late Night Hype
  • 10 I Mean Biznez
  • 11 It’s a Compton Thang
  • [Intro]
    This beat is like funky
    Who put this beat together, man?
    Yo, that's the DJ Unknown
    What, Unknown?
    Niggas didn't think he was capable of somethin
    They don't we got somethin for it
    Yeah, man, I wrote some funky lyrics to this
    Alright, let's get busy...

    [Verse 1 : MC Eiht]
    It was a Friday, and Eiht was chillin like a criminal
    Didn't know the time, so I peeped out the digital
    Jumped in the hooptie, turned on the ignition
    Had the slightest worth of gold, but still was on a mission
    Down Alondra, rollin kinda tough
    Twisted up the chocolate thai, and I started to puff
    Aroma smells better than a rose
    Needed a shot of the bird, but the sto' was closed
    Swooped to my girl house to see what was poppin
    To let me know if the panties was droppin
    Baby wanted snaps, twenties by the dozen
    I guess the tramp thought that the E was buzzin
    I couldn't fade it, why the hell should I jib?
    Got the 20 sack of thai, and I'm here for the crib
    I can't go out like that, that ain't my type
    I hooked her up on my late night hype

    Hey man, I don't know what's up with baby, man
    This broad is like real trippin
    Hey yo, want me to run somethin, homeboy?
    Man, I guess, man
    Baby thinkin she gon' gank
    Ain't no sleepin
    Run it down

    [Verse 2: Tha Chill]
    I was coolin to let you know Tha Chill cools out
    Explanation, Chill'll tell you what it's about
    At the pad, on the way to E's to get got
    And I'm thinkin of a sorry clown we should jack
    10:30 is the time I start bailin
    "Chill from C.M.W.", the girlies yellin
    Pay no attention, all they wanna do is bone ya
    Stepped back off the curb, came E around the corner
    Music was thumpin, heads started bobbin
    Swoopin through Compton like Batman and Robin
    E is kinda late, what's the plan for the evening?
    (Let's roll till we find a pack of girls that's skeezin)
    Skeezin? I play the game like a sport
    Yo E, roll out, let me hit the Newport
    Boys from Compton (Geah, right)
    And we hooked you up on that late night hype

    Too fresh
    Eiht and Chill is back with a funky track
    Yeah, you know that
    Hey, I got a 100 to spend
    What's up on some Hen?
    Yo, man, I'm with that
    Let's roll down Compton Boulevard
    I know there's stores, they open like, late night
    Wanna step?

    [Verse 3: MC Eiht]
    2 a.m. on the 91 freeway, lookin spooky
    Headed to this girl house to get my dookie
    Stopped at the station to fill up the tank
    4 niggas rollin, I better watch out for the gank
    Move, it was smooth, one of the fools jumped out
    Started poppin all this ying-yang from his mouth
    I said, "Look, my name is Eiht, and I'm your local town rapper"
    He said ("So what? I'm your local town jacker")
    Right then I knew I couldn't reason with the chap
    So the thought came (E, peel his cap)
    I reached under the seat, the sucker got brave
    [Gun Shots]
    (Sucker) The punk was sprayed
    Checked out myself, everything was cool
    Damn, had to lay to rest a crazy fool
    Geah, don't try to play, cause yo, that ain't my type
    And you'll get hip to my late night hype

    Damn, suckers on my tip
    Man, homeboy just didn't know
    So we got to peel
    Youknowmsayin, E?
    Man, Chill, these suckers got to know ain't no sleepin
    Homeboy, you know we know what's up
    And that's on that
    Hey man, let's kick it
    I'm with it

    [Verse 4 : Tha Chill]
    On a night when things was goin kinda slow
    Me and E takin to the head a cold 4-0
    I was buzzin and clownin a skee' that was short
    Right then Eiht passed me the smoke
    Chillin much hard, and the phone start ringin
    I was buzzin and it looked like the house was swingin
    I couldn't fake it, barely made it to the door
    I hit a corner, claimed my spot on the floor
    Suddenly I smelled perfume that was lit
    Opened my eyes, and I had to take a hit
    Knock-knock-knock on the door, somebody's trippin
    It was my girl, E said (Hit the bud' and stop sippin)
    She kept riffin, I said, "Shut the trap
    You're pissin me off, you keep it up, and I slap"
    She said, "No", I said, "Geah, fool, take a hike
    I got no time for your late night hype"

    Hey man
    Check this out
    It's like these girls, man
    They just comin to the house like 3 o'clock in the mornin, man
    I can't even deal
    Man, that ain't nothin
    I had this girl last night over my house trippin
    Bangin on my door all night
    Moms was goin off
    Hey man, I be trippin off these girls I hear
    Tryin to say they down with the E, knowmsayin?
    But they can like save the drama for they mama
    Hey, they keep trippin with me, I'mma have to whip
    You know me
    Put the whip down on em suckers, huh?

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