Compton Song Lyrics

Zaga, zo
Oh, na-na-na-na
Guerilla Black, where you from?
Zaga

I'm strictly business, just like EPMD
I'm B-L-A-C-K from the C-P-T (beeyaaa!)
Where they dip them cigarettes in P-C-P
And them broads, they believe in me (zo)
C-I-B, the magnum toting
Keep my enemies on I-V, once I toast them (c'mon!)
Just like my bagels
Have them like Christians over they head smoking halo (beeyaa!)

Call me Plato, I philosoph-y
By the brick, then divided it up amongst my guys (zaga)
Then I called Lionel, the prince of the vinyl (zaga)
Slow up and charge the game like a wild rhino
I know, no one else can do it better
Is you stupid, nigga? Get your shit together

Badman (zaga za)
Guerilla Black comes from Compton
And Beenie Man is a Jamaican (beeyaaa!)
Sending my message across the nation (c'mon!)
'Cause I'm original Badman (whaaat!)
Yo, I'm original Badman (baaahh!)
And Guerilla Black comes from Compton
And Beenie Man is a Jamaican (beeyaaa!)
'Cause we're original Badman