"Bosco Freestyle (Compton)" lyrics
(from "Bosco" soundtrack)
This that 1994 flow, butter Timbs in my wardrobe
Above the rim, black bandana, 9 in my torso
The young Snoop Dogg on the mic at the Source Award show
The house that Dr. Dre built, I stole from Suge before it foreclosed
I guess only the Lord knows, you copy my style
Subliminals from non-criminals, I'll shank you in trial
Been a while since I gave you niggas bars like this
Pulled up with the doors open, showed you cars like this
Last time I did, me and 50 was in the same group
Me and Eminem was in the same booth
Me and Dre was on Cedar Block, taking pictures by the same coupe
Now all y'all niggas do is tell stories about shit that ain't true
Fucking hoes behind me, eat that pussy 'til your face blue
Cat got your tongue, now you're T-Pain sprung
And since we talking sprung, I had her up and down like NASDAQ
You know it's true, BBL scars between the ass crack
I'm in this rag Chevy, my red rag heavy
My palms never sweaty, I hold the "Draco" steady
The ghost of Machiavelli and my 16's deadly
Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already
You shooting indirectly, I'm aiming at your neck piece
I'll run you for your jewels and wear them bitches to the ESPYs
Still got them fragments in my chest, them bullets ain't affect me
Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already
I'm in this rag Chevy, my red rag heavy
My palms never sweaty, I hold the "Draco" steady
The ghost of Machiavelli and my 16's deadly
Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already
You shooting indirectly, I'm aiming at your neck piece
I'll run you for your jewels and wear them bitches to the ESPYs
Still got them fragments in my chest, them bullets ain't affect me
Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already
Above the rim, black bandana, 9 in my torso
The young Snoop Dogg on the mic at the Source Award show
The house that Dr. Dre built, I stole from Suge before it foreclosed
I guess only the Lord knows, you copy my style
Subliminals from non-criminals, I'll shank you in trial
Been a while since I gave you niggas bars like this
Pulled up with the doors open, showed you cars like this
Last time I did, me and 50 was in the same group
Me and Eminem was in the same booth
Me and Dre was on Cedar Block, taking pictures by the same coupe
Now all y'all niggas do is tell stories about shit that ain't true
Fucking hoes behind me, eat that pussy 'til your face blue
Cat got your tongue, now you're T-Pain sprung
And since we talking sprung, I had her up and down like NASDAQ
You know it's true, BBL scars between the ass crack
I'm in this rag Chevy, my red rag heavy
My palms never sweaty, I hold the "Draco" steady
The ghost of Machiavelli and my 16's deadly
Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already
You shooting indirectly, I'm aiming at your neck piece
I'll run you for your jewels and wear them bitches to the ESPYs
Still got them fragments in my chest, them bullets ain't affect me
Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already
I'm in this rag Chevy, my red rag heavy
My palms never sweaty, I hold the "Draco" steady
The ghost of Machiavelli and my 16's deadly
Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already
You shooting indirectly, I'm aiming at your neck piece
I'll run you for your jewels and wear them bitches to the ESPYs
Still got them fragments in my chest, them bullets ain't affect me
Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already
