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Compton's Most Wanted Lyrics
"100%"

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Y'all niggas ready?
Check this out
Hey yo, Raw
Cock yo shit, nigga
Get yo shit ready
It's 'bout to get down, baby
(It's goin' down, baby, it's goin' down)
CMW in the house 1-2
DJ Slip in the house 1-2
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Hit em up with the quickness, 'cause niggas was lookin' shady
Thinkin' that they could fade me with they dirty-ass .380
I'm scopin' out your whole squad
Try to flex and watch me ram like a fuckin' Dodge
Bring the noise like you're P.E.
Tryin' to see the CPT G
Steppin' up out the fo'-do'
Squeezin' a chrome fo'-fo'
'Don't give a fuck' is the motto
I'm thugged out, drinkin Silver Satin from the bottle
Blowin' tweed till my eyes poked out, I'm loaded, my brain's corroded
Fools thinkin they caught Chill slippin', they straight moded
This ain't no fuckin' slip 'n slide
You sidebusters want to take this shit outside?
Turn off the lights like the Wreckin' Crew
Leave you black and blue
Don't sleep, I'm goin' up in your fuckin' pockets too
I'm greedy as they come, get your guns, get em cocked
And ride 100% till that ass drop

[Chorus]
You better be down 100% till that ass drop
You better be down to smash on till that ass flop
'Cause that nigga Bumpy Jay ain't gon' never stop
Tryin' to step and I'ma let you meet the Reebok
You better be down 100% till that ass flop
You better be down to smash on till that ass drop
'Cause that nigga Bumpy Jay ain't gon' never stop
Tryin' to step and I'ma let you meet the Reebok

Now I'm perved out to smoke the muthafuckin' Burb' out
Plus I heard these fake-ass haters done put the word out
Tha Chill's up in your system, hard's how I hit em
With the flows to wet the panties on hoes how it goes
Get the party jumpin', Raw got the beat pumpin'
Straight thumpin' up in your woofers to make the whole street look up
You're shook up, wonderin why we got the fuckin' hook-up
And thinkin' why we got the whole damn studio booked up
Droppin' 'em bombs, killin' car alarms
Got them niggas on stuck, hoes ready to fuck
They suck like they suck fish
Watch me handle this, player-haters trip on me get bucked quick
Don't give a damn, I just cram like Golden Grahams
G mentality had them fools mad at me
Tryin' to catch me slippin' at the weed spot
You better be down 100% to ride till you drop
This song is from the album "Represent".