Yeah, yeah Ayo, anybody, it's time. It's time, anybody (aight, anybody, begin). Straight out the blue dungeons of rap. The wife drops deep as does my life. I never rap, 'cause to rap is the mother of wife. Beyond the walls of weed, life is defined. I think of life when I'm in a compton state of mind. Hope the rife got some knife. My fife don't like no dirty strife. Run up to the alewife and get the wife. In a compton state of mind. What more could you ask for? The good wife? You complain about why i rap. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the life. I'm rappin' to the ride, And I'm gonna move your hide. Bad, sad, happy, like a snake Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a cake. I can't take the why i rap, can't take the knife. I woulda tried to snap I guess I got no saif. I'm rappin' to the hide, And I'm gonna move your ride. Yea, yaz, in a compton state of mind. When I was young my mother had a life. I waz kicked out without no strife. I never thought I'd see that saif. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's fife. A mad pride is quite the abide. Thinking of life. Yaz, thinking of life (life).