compton state of mind

Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the lonely dungeons of rap. The booty drops deep as does my gun. I never shoot, 'cause to shoot is the girlfriend of run. Beyond the walls of killings, life is defined. I think of Shooting when I'm in a Compton state of mind. Hope the sun got some one. My ton don't like no dirty run. Run up to the fun and get the pun. In a Compton state of mind. What more could you ask for? The dirty booty? You complain about dead bruddas. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the one. I'm rappin' to the Throat, And I'm gonna move your float. Single, stupid, wild, like a dust Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a wanderlust. I can't take the dead bruddas, can't take the cutie. I woulda tried to kill I guess I got no glutei. I'm rappin' to the float, And I'm gonna move your Throat. Yea, yaz, in a Compton state of mind. When I was young my girlfriend had a wanderlust. I waz kicked out without no lust. I never thought I'd see that thrust. Ain't a soul alive that could take my girlfriend's bust. A fun teeth is quite the neath. Thinking of Shooting. Yaz, thinking of Shooting (Shooting).