[ 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****
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 t*** makes the Eiht go wild
Throw your legs on my shoulder, or doggy style
Got to play the role like a punk-a** 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****, in other words, quit it
Cause I deliver quick fast like Roto-Rooter
Say the d*** 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**** 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 s** fiend
Give it up, don't play dumb, sayin what?
I got a little love, because my hand's on your b***
Girls walk, girls talk, girls talk smack
Don't play him, cause Chill ain't goin out like that
Shake your tight b*** 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****, b****, start prayin
Kotex, I fill it, girls too serious
Down some satin to the head, then I f*** you on your period
My d***'s on hard while I'm rhymin
I want the real p****, to hell with the grindin
I don't show no mercy
So go ahead and curse me
Chill gives a f***
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 want to f*** you)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(I want a b******, 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 bullshittin
We can get loaded, and as you get hot
Think a plot you can drop, yo, it pops on the t***
Juice me like a fruit, but you know it ain't cute
Stinky s***, Eiht'll give your punk a** the boot
Cause I'm the type of brother who don't waste time
With the fancy-a** dress and red roses and wine
I'm a Compton n****, Compton got it goin
Peace to the Compton girls, because they hoein
So if another brother try to call you a skee
f*** the s*** 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**** 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 f***
But if the E want some (b****, 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 f***
So yo, give it up
[ CHORUS ]
(Give it up, you give it up)
(We want to f*** you)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(Compton's Most Wanted)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(Biiitch)
(I want to f*** you too)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(Whose p**** 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)
Yo, I got a word for a skee tryin to bust me
All they gotta do is just give up that p****
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 t*** makes the Eiht go wild
Throw your legs on my shoulder, or doggy style
Got to play the role like a punk-a** 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****, in other words, quit it
Cause I deliver quick fast like Roto-Rooter
Say the d*** 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**** 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 s** fiend
Give it up, don't play dumb, sayin what?
I got a little love, because my hand's on your b***
Girls walk, girls talk, girls talk smack
Don't play him, cause Chill ain't goin out like that
Shake your tight b*** 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****, b****, start prayin
Kotex, I fill it, girls too serious
Down some satin to the head, then I f*** you on your period
My d***'s on hard while I'm rhymin
I want the real p****, to hell with the grindin
I don't show no mercy
So go ahead and curse me
Chill gives a f***
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 want to f*** you)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(I want a b******, 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 bullshittin
We can get loaded, and as you get hot
Think a plot you can drop, yo, it pops on the t***
Juice me like a fruit, but you know it ain't cute
Stinky s***, Eiht'll give your punk a** the boot
Cause I'm the type of brother who don't waste time
With the fancy-a** dress and red roses and wine
I'm a Compton n****, Compton got it goin
Peace to the Compton girls, because they hoein
So if another brother try to call you a skee
f*** the s*** 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**** 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 f***
But if the E want some (b****, 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 f***
So yo, give it up
[ CHORUS ]
(Give it up, you give it up)
(We want to f*** you)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(Compton's Most Wanted)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(Biiitch)
(I want to f*** you too)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(Whose p**** 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)