Geah
We in the muthafuckin' house
Eihthype in the muthafuckin' house, nigga
Half Ounce
We in the muthafuckin' house, uh
Niggas On The Run in the muthafuckin' house
Lil' Hawk & Bird in the muthafuckin' house
My nigga Ric Roc in this bitch
C.M.W. back in the house for the 9-4
We in it to win, motherfucker, it's do or die
Don't fuck around with Eihthype, it's suicide, nigga
How'd you figure we hold the trigger and let you slide?
Murder raps like I step, we hit when we hoo-ride
You knows that, when we rep, homeboy, I thought you knew
Caps get peeled when we chill, it's the West Side, fool
Like a dope fiend I steal to your fuckin' jaw
Left connects, then I switch to the southpaw
You gets the boom ping ping
Listen to yo' motherfuckin' cranium crane
And as you fall down you see the barrel of my gat
You get a chill
For fuckin' around with niggaz that kill
Uh geah
We in the motherfuckin house
For the 9-4, nigga
Killin'em off
Niggas that kill, uh
Buck buck, nigga
You gets fucked by niggas that kill
We pack that muthafuckin' steel
Niggaz that kill, geah
Mc Eiht is a nigga that kill
My nigga Slip is a nigga that kill
Boom Bam and Chill is niggaz that kill
Lil' Hawk & Bird quick to grab the steel, niggas that kill
My nigga Ric with the bomb, a nigga that kill
And niggas from Compton, niggas from Compton
You know how nigga from Compton do it
Geah
Niggaz that kill
Buck buck
Buck buck
You gets fucked by niggaz that kill
No camouflage, better get the mirage
Soul assassins squad straight from the garage
Benjamin stacks, craps is what I play
First dream: where's the cream so I can parlay
Ain't no joke - ugh - and no mistakes allowed
Crack packs flips, uh, while I moves the crowd
Po-po be stoppin' the low-lows, fo' sho' those
Hate to see me, too blind like stevie
Greedy cause I'm needy for ash, gas and cash
Same song like re-runs of fuckin' m.a.s.h.
Boom bam keeps the stash locked, son, you know the real
? four punks layin in your bumper? , so you're best to jump
Bird thumps the fo' do' s-s, no stress
D.a., no deal, uh, no contest
False arrest like al capone and elliott ness
You better be protected
My barrel starts ejectin
Reflectin on your past life as you pass through
On your way to your second life, bitch, fuck you
When all hell breaks loose
When all hell breaks loose
Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose
All my niggas gon' shoot when all hell breaks loose
(check it out)
Shoot 'em up, oh, shoot 'em up, oh yeah
Straps on our laps cause we just don't care
Be the stick-up kid
Look what I done did
One times is hot, so I best stay hid
Y'all don't know the story
Be a hero and die for the glory
Do-re-mi
The c.p.t.'s the plantation
That's hot and
Nigga straight servin' the cotton
Equal opportunity, no discriminatin'
Serves the china white to whoever is waitin'
Ain't no debatin'
No player-hatin', son
So best to run fast or get shot of the m-1
Watch out for the back stabbers, indeed
But the evil takes over, in your eyes is greed
I feel it, gotta kill it, the enemy is close
Keeps the look out, strap's in your hand as you post
Who's afraid of the big black wolf?
Spittin', keeps hittin' from the top of the roof
When all hell breaks loose
When all hell breaks loose
Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose
All my nigga gon' clown when all hell breaks loose
C'mon (shoot'em oh shoot 'em up)
My nigga muggs one time
Eihthype one time geah
We be's the bomb, no shit
Heavy weights, get it straigh, ? cap pound? the hood rats
No needs to switch, still here's the click
Any fool that's tryin' to regulate my bitch
Keeps your mouth shut or hand over when we talk
Po-po's every which way we try to walk
One more body outlined in the chalk
One more do' left open, so I can stalk
Picked up in the back alleys by little hawk
Drop me off in the cut, don't come back to this, dog
Kill another nigga for hire
Likes to draw blood, so just call me the vampire
Through fire, y'all best follow the ricket
Too sly, kinda slick, y'all rides the dick
Knick knack patty wack
Beware for the attack or the fuckin' car jack
Oops... smacked upside your head
Killin and killin until my appetite is fed
When all hell breaks loose geah
When all hell breaks loose
Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose
All my niggas gon' clown when all hell breaks loose
Geah
When all hell breaks loose uh
When all hell breaks loose
All my niggas duck down uh
'cause we don't fuck around, geah, uh
My nigga muggs in the house
Soul assassins two times check it out
You know how we do, you know how we do
Geah
Hey (c'mon)
To the full degree (c'mon, geah check it out)
(check it out)
We 'bout it
Gettin' that paper
We 'bout it
Check it out
Federalies gaffling up so keep it tight
These songs to do wrong so fuck being right
Late nite hype's the fiends
Nobody serves 'em better to the letter
We gets the chedder
To the way back days
Where the half ounce lays
Gun tucked by the nuts
As the one time struts
Gets my bail on cause I ain't tryin' to get caught around here
Be another nigger locked up for the next 10 years
No shapiro, no ? sapino? , big bambino
Roulette spends 20 g's in the casino
Hits the blackjack decked in armani
(in a 9-6-5 I'm clyde, my bitch is bonnie)
Too sweet
Better yet too clean, pickin' the paper
Takin' you there like the staples, but they ain't catchin' no vapors
You can't see me, nobody I trust
Only the half ounce smokers get no cheese like us
I said do you got paper?
Check it out
I said we got paper, no doubt uh
Get your scrilla anyway you can
Floss around town, bitch who's the man...
To the days
When I used to keeps my stash in the bush
Nowadays be clientele with parents that push
In my drop top with the laptop keeping up president straight
Ok, who gots the pick-up? bitch touch down at 8
My niggas got the pick-up, the pager starts ringing
It's payday, ho's know, that's why they start singing
Dollar bills y'all
And me throwing away pleas
Fools got me too fucked up thinking snaps grow on trees
Ain't no government given away free cheese
And the bitch going through anything that floss on these d's
Better watch out cause they might have you straight to your knees
Have a nigga stretched out to the first degree
Not me - drivin' planes to big yachts
It's getting kinda hectic, I'm shaking the spot
Chill ride, never pop, work this job, cold bitches that's down
Married to this mob
Chorus...
Money don't come easy
24 hour stand offs pushes to clucks with ? hand off?
No bitches ever ran off
With my pocket full of gold cause we got plenty of tecs to unload
My perils bring paradise
West side till I die, uh
Pocket full of ice
No vice squads
Ho's still
Walks the boulevards
Pimp scenes, mac mall and willie green
Got a feather in my black hat nobody can't touch
Paper pretty much that's with starsky & hutch
Give me the fed time
Locked away won't be nice, peep a nigga stretched out with federal life
Hard times
No way out, better surrender
But I got clout to stay out till next september
D.a. I'll pay-pay fly away
To another country that won't extradite my stay
Me and a little senorita by the bay
Pounds of yay' mr. tony ? ole?
And ain't nobody got paper like this
Geah
Chorus...
Half ounce in the house
Half ounce in your mouth
And ain't nobody got paper like this
Heeeyyy, uhh, half ounce in yo mouth
Check it out, half ounce in the house
Chrous:bring the yellow tape nigga fosho,
Playa hatas infiltrate us niggas hell no,
Fools ready to die,
Don't be afraid,
Bring your gun and your sac 'causez we under attack,
Verse 1:
Takes no chances,
End with up that least circumstances,
Keeps a cool composure,
One time's takin those glances,
Who be's your enemy on the evilest team,
Racketeerin all your c.r.e.a.m.,
Havin your worst bad dreams,
Pesos for all the amigos
And the sistas,
How ya likin us now,
Competitas gon' bow,
Ain't nothin' top dollar straight corner to corner,
Keeps my hand in the pie like little jack horner,
Soldiers on my left right ready to die,
Infiltraters six feet keeps our head to the sky,
Its a cold cruel world tryin to watch my back,
Got these cold ass thugs ready to ride and jack,
Shiit!! for the paper,
Street dreams and all,
Best be ready to hit the doo' when the one times call,
Gots the picture it's still for the money son,
And if you're bailin' through compton you betta bring a gun,
Chrous: 2x
Verse2: boom bam
I deliever my blow it could be fatal,
Get yo ass smashed like potatoes and gravy,
Maybe with some prctice you can fade me,
But I doubt it, picked up the compton time
And read about it, how my crew makes the front page
In a rage, in a live concert blowin blunts on stage,
People swingin' on a chasity and got the place packed
To the maximum capacity, people comin from far and near,
To get a glimpse of these gang-bangers, playas and pimps, check it out,
When we roll we rolls thick like some nappy ass hair,
Straight chronic smoke up in the air,
So get it straight nigga,
Boom-bam and eiht nigga,(geeyyaa),
Peeped yo' game from the start nigga,
We know you fake nigga,
We gots to keep a close eye fools under our backs,
Lock the gates sound the guns 'causez we under attack.
Chrous:2x
Verse3: mc eiht
Betta' watch out for the murder I wrote, black super spokes
Black stars and a black leather coat, on a mission,
Dead presidents I gots to stackin, enemies can't see the ya-ya
In my jacket, best raise up before I set it off on g.p.,
First rule if you tryin' to bring harm to me,
Felony case catcher to the first degree,
Like the ginger bread man y'all can't catch me,
On the run stilla nigga held no jail cells,
Keeps two steps ahead, no traces for feds,
Phone taps instead, on the celluar phone,
Dumb as fuck 'causez they don't know the number was called,
Outta the country, d.a. on the payroll yall,
Me and a little senortia on my side the black heater,
Sweeter than the rest, paid pounds at gate sippin,
While shippin to the u.s.a.,
Geah
Half ounce in the house, what?
Check it out, check it out
Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
Only west side allowed and we won't get hit, geah
We got the ho's locked down
Half ounce in the house
It's like this
Mon diggi
Stick 'em
[mon-diggi]
My visions outta focus cause I lit the hocus-pocus
All I'm leavin' for you vultures is a couple of cockroaches
Mon-diggi split your wiggy - probably incidental
When I rape your instrumental but we gon' keep that confidential
I really can keep a secret but you tellin' lies
Hesitant to represent
You like a bitch in disguise
Talkin' about you need a trend so you can wet the tough guyz
And suspense is your evidence, lay it to scuff guys
Must I - do the cappin', I would love to keep rappin'
But I heard you always packin' and bitch-made when it come to scrappin'
Mon-d, sinister m.c. is x-fac'in'
Lookin' for your captain so I can smack and p.d. wack him
My tactics are more than just bad bitches and back
Shiiit, jackie chan would fuck around and get his ass blasted
Stupid bastard - diggi blessed the session
Niggas in my section are lookin' for some new direction
[eiht]
Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
Only west side allowed and we won't get hit
We gots the ho's locked down from town to town
And we keep on payin', don't give a fuck what you sayin'
Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
Only west side allowed and we won't get hit
We gots the ho's locked down from town to town
And we keep on playin', so fuck what you sayin', geah
[boom bam]
We got problems that you wouldn't believe
The world is filled with hatred, player haters and greed (geah)
And I can't lie - cause we all done took part in it
And ain't no pointin' no muthafuckin' fingers of who done started it
You gotta be down for your get down
You gotta be ready to put your hit down
Then ready to split your grip down (geah)
The middle - gotta be fair
Signs posted in the hood, all niggas beware, now check it
(check it out)
One time can't maintain no order
They the ones gettin' checked, need a restrainin' order (chin chin)
Against niggas like me that's on the warpath
So get your umbrellas ready because the forecast is gloomy
My extra large t-shirt be roomy
For the gat that I pack, new jacks that wanna do me
L.a. is the place where punks die quick
(half ounce is the click you can't fuck with)
[eiht]
Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
Only west side allowed and we won't get hit
We got the ho's locked down from town to town
And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin'...
Criminal minded's the kingpin, I starts my lootin'
Killin' these bitch-ass niggas when I starts my shootin'
Hundred miles and runnin' stops from the cops
In the back seat hops as I starts to pop
Givin' a fuck, got the extra clip in the under cover
Blast with the ski mask, blame it on another
Old dirty e from the c-p-t
Still kill from c to shine m.c.
Deadly catastrophe
Competition, compete it's costly
Killing you softly
Holes in your body with the shotty (boom boom)
Where's the party, it's killin' any - body (geah)
Ho's turn silly like the ? ? ?
Evil stunts like ? ? ? packs my piece
Before I escape, uh
Eiht ain't done yet
Kill 'em all
And ride into the sunset
Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
Only west side allowed and we won't get hit
We got the ho's locked down from town to town
And we keep on playin' so what you sayin'
Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
Only west side allowed and we won't get hit
We got the ho's locked down from town to town
And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin'
Geah
Come on
Half ounce in the house
[eiht]
Geah
Thug shit, nigga
G's in the y-2-k
Hey, what can I say? (geah)
Hoo-bangin's official, nigga
And right now we gon' do some of that thug shit for that ass (killa)
Geah, that's makin' me wanna do some of that evil shit (west side!)
Check it out
[eiht]
Feel a little gust of wind so I jet
This real nigga dwells from compton, no shit
Thugs town, right now car jacks and sales
County bus rolls through - niggas trips to jail
What the hell won't trade it, high class can't fade it
Out of town trips with pigeons is how we made it
Y'all niggas hate to get a dubs and rocks
Land of the green weed and cars that ? ? ? ? hops
Don't stop - packin' my heat and beretta
Guarantee my hollows goes tough through your leather
Whenever the rhyme play or the 9 play (ping ping!)
It's a done deal when I hit you run way
Y'all niggas must be gay, smilin' and shakin'
How this bitch greed shakin' up money, we keep mention
Never fakin' the funk, punk, I pops the trunk
4-5 hittin' yo' body, takin' a big chunk, geah
Till I die nuthin' but makin' cheese
Till I die tryin' to come up on ki's
Till I die nuthin' but guns and weed
Till I die givin' you just what you need
[eiht]
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Steel is my reputation, caps get peeled
Front line nigga for dollars is my nigga
But I'm kinda fast when they spit the 9 triggers
Till my dying day I lay away
Till my very last breath, nigga, I swear to make you pay
Guilty conscience? never me!
Last night nigga done caught a felony
Jealousy try to approach, wanna promote
Then provoke through gun smoke, watch out, loc!
Shake down cause these niggas fuckin' with yours
Get in where you fit in even if it's a back door
Or the window, tie up the ho', where's the scope?
Trying to hand me you popped, you're booked, I want more
Lock down for me on the bus downtown
Now my - outlook is a sad-faced clown, geah
Chorus...
[mack 10]
Till I die is gon' be h double o
B-a-n-g-i-n fo' sho'
Niggas never thought that they would ever see me
With my - eh - blue rag buddy from the c-p-t
We be kickin' in do's, sweevin' 4-4's
Shovin' 30 clips in a fully mack 1-0's
So as the clock tickin' - and the plot thickens
We be juggin' up sherman - and rockin' up chicken
(what you need, nigga? )
Time to elevate the game and turn it up a notch
And bust on the muthafuckin' neighborhood watch
My money greener than a clover - in a 4-6 rover
I be a millionaire thuggin until it's all over
I take a ice cold 40 of cristal and what they servin'
Me and a persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin' doja while we swervin'
Keep that off the hood, greed and determination in my eye, nigga
Be my piece of the pie, nigga, so I ride until I die,nigga
Gyeah, Westside, somebody told me
They want some of that thug shit up in here
So I'ma take ya back down memory lane
And give ya some of that wicked shit
And I'ma do this right here
For all my CPT G's in the house
Check this out
As my life takes a twirl, I say fuck the world
'Cause sometimes it seems that it's all a bad dream
Pops must have fucked with moms on the scheme
But sooner or later he left our 2 man team but fuck him
Times done changed, I'm in the game
And I bring moms pain, 'cause the game is slangin caine
Cries from my eyes as I hits the street
Pounds in the chest the heart beats as I roll with heats
Pops wasn't around but for a minute or shit
Until he skipped across town with another bitch to stick
Stuck moms one more times then dropped a dime
And on top of that had a son same age mine
But, uhh, don't blame me, 'cause, Lord, I try not to
Have an attitude like "Fuck him until I die"
But now I rebel and 'cause moms hell
And hit the blocks, 'cause I'm into makin illegal mail
Gyeah
If you keep your hood tight, everything's gonna be alright
If you're down then you can ride with me
It's thicker than water, baby, me and you
It's thicker than water, baby, so what we gonna do
Now I runs with a gang that Hoo-Bangs for fame
And crosstown robberies know tha nickname
Leave 'em dead in they shoes as we servin' the blues
G's that pack tools pay dues to rule so it's cool
They dumps and we dumps back
Me and my G's and the 6-4 black layin 'em flat
Rata-tat-tat from the Gat and shit
We represent y'all hit the bricks when the pistols spit
And I had a straight bitch and shit, that's cool
I slang for cash while she hit the books in school
I live and die for the hood, she knew the rule
Love for this thug when the world would seem cruel
I crips where the enemies dwell but I'm no fool
Undercover drive off strapped with the tool
But I slipped then packed my clip
My hoodrat tripped and didn't scoop
But they still didn't shoot, gyeah
If you keep your hood tight, everything's gonna be alright
If you're down then you can ride with me
It's thicker than water, baby, me and you
It's thicker than water, baby, so what we gonna do
I made it to Deuce-5, baby and that's luck
In this rap shit to try to make some bucks
Seems like the gang bang thang got tougher
A little bit younger but then bit rougher
They been tellin' me to watch out for jealousy
'Cause now a friend of me was a enemy
Strange the game done changed switched
Ain't that a bitch with the rivals makin' some change
In and outta lanes in the passenger seat
Me and you and our crew strapped with heat
Outta town runs for funs no beef
We all hit licks and blows the chronic leaf
But payback's a bitch in the end you know
And she sets up traps, 'cause she snatch for dough
Let it go no come up your last trick
'Cause my brother's got my back when the shit gets thick
Gyeah
If you keep your hood tight, everything's gonna be alright
If you're down then you can ride with me
It's thicker than water, baby, me and you
It's thicker than water, baby, so what we gonna do
If you keep your hood tight, everything's gonna be alright
If you're down then you can ride with me
It's thicker than water, baby, me and you
Geah
One two one two (check it out)
One two one two (check it out)
[b-real]
I put years in this shit struggled to build the empire
Just another brick in the wall you fall tired
Who will be the one son to fall victim?
Who's on the street, who's runnin' from pigs wishing?
No way out
You can't stay out - your hook
Criminal lifestyle, you're booked in the crook
Where will you seek shelter? killafornia
What'll you do when you see the heat around the corner?
You silly fucking goner, where will you hide?
On the sick side of town facin' the long ride
Sick-ass soul assassins I keep blastin'
Cause you never know when it's time for some action
A fraction, chain reaction the crew smashin'
Through your city get the committee a ready faction
We run shit
And muthafuckas are on it
You can't call it, buster you better stall it
[chorus]
We got g-boys and ho's on deck
One times gafflin' niggas that chin check (check it out)
You see a robbery
We done it
That's just the way we run it
[eiht]
Ten years in the game, no chains remain
Heavy weights, get it straight, still bringin' the pain
First green since the b.g.
I gotta get cream
Late nite hype's the fiends as I plots a scheme
Got tight with rap flows and followed the rap shows
But the streets keep callin' me to cluck the pesos
Did good
I made up tapes about the hood
Locked down that shit as nobody could
Enemies always out to get me
But just keep spittin' rhymes and they won't hit me
Street dreams always made of this
Top dollar
Bitches and switches is on my list
Leave your ass with the good night kiss
Makes moves smooth so your shorty won't miss
Never runnin' to meal, we chill on the hill
Real g's always packs the steel
[chorus]
[eiht]
It ain't a problem that I can't fix
Cause I can do it - in the mix
Nowadays
We be's the g's that's deadly
Bustin' raps, shootin' craps, gots the straps on ready
Common sense'll tell you, slide out
But ain't no fuckin' where for you to hide out
Got the picture?
We don't play no games
Eiht and b-real fuckin' frank & jesse james
To the limit
Watch us do what we do
Leave your whole life fucked turn misty blue
Senoritas and pesos yes yes y'all
Ball cause we to tall and never fall
We got paper fo' sho'
No doubt
Criminal mind this time you're assed out
Define it
Here's your strollin' paper just sign it
Take a walk as the eiht starts to talk
[chorus]
Soul assassins one time
Soul assassins two times
Geah
My nigga muggs
Still pushin' that china white
Check it out, uh
Boom bam in the house
My nigga foe in the house
Geah
Cypress in the house, uh
Take 2 to your mouth
Soul assassins
That's right
[eiht]
Geah (hey)
Bitch
Get down like you live, hey, uh
Get down like you live
Geah
Uh, we's a gang a player niggas that's out for dough
Gettin money 24
My crew's out to collect nuthin' but major dough
Floss around like kingpins in a rag 5-0
Can't nuthin' touch us - cause we's a
Tight-ass click
Rolex presidential
Filled with diamonds and shit
Who pull the licks straight
Pound after pound since '88
Shoe boxes full with cash meant to stash from the yay'
Federalies can't harm me
Black-ass army in armani
And they still
Can't see me
Cause I'm - paper down
Fiends to keep happy
Never - fuckin frown
Mr. tony the blacker baron
My bitches in g-strings covered by donna caren
Mr. tony never leave ya: bye bye!
Versace suits with the fuckin' collar - butterfly
Cristal everybody drinkin'
Bitches ain't gettin' in if their pussy stinkin'
Check it out
You know tha business, you know tha business
Step back and peep
And say what is this
A gang of player niggas
That's out for dough
Getting money 24
Lil' hawk fo' sho'
Geah
[lil hawk]
Peeping my nigga
We fucking hoes by the dozen
Walking around
This muthafucka too buzzing
? ? ? ? ? ? ? drink posted in my hand
'cardi and dom
Cause I'm the muthafuckin man
Step with a stroll
Little hawky too cold
On speakers that's ? ? ? ? I play them ho's on the low
You know
How the shit be going
When we be blitzed
High as fuck
And now them hookers sucking dicks
[da foe]
Aha aha, I needs them muthafuckin millions on the west
So I can roll in a benz
And have a big lex
On top of the world
Is f-o-e
When I'm lettin' your ass know this is c-p-t
4-4 mags keep niggas tight
When we trying to stack them ends on the late night hype
Hustlin' is how a nigga make move
For the business, my record blow up faster to
Triple
You know the business
[eiht]
You know tha business (geah) you know tha business
Step back and peep
And say what is this
A gang of player niggas
That's out for dough
Getting money 24
Big nasty fo' sho'
[big nasty]
You see tonight we gettin' deep
In gucci and armani
Gator boots and boogie suits
With the button from versace
Diamond down is a must
And a considerable part of our gear from the ? ? ? ? princess cut
To the 6 pound studs in my ear
Hoppin out of the two-tone rolls
Killa ? ? ? ? on my toes, got me
Steady hollerin at ho's, this niggas cold and it shows
Diamonds shining
These beggars steady blindin
Peepin ho's I be findin and grindin, figures steady climbin'
Who smoke weed the most?
Cristal when we toast
In j-boogie coats
300 foot speed boats
Smokin' pounds of yay
Nigga we guzzlin courvassier
Girl these nasty and eiht
And these mobsters don't play
Get down like you live
[eiht]
Geah (we ain't fakers)
You know tha business
Get down like you live
Geah
You know tha business, bitch, you know tha business
Step back and peep
And say what is this
A gang of player niggas
That's out for dough
Getting money 24
Ah ah, fo' sho'
Best stay the fuck up out my pockets
Cash flows to blast off like rockets
Anybody sippin'
Cristal - I ain't trippin
Cause the papers to burn
Tommy hil from head to toe
With the heads to turn
Jet boats
Bitches in bikinis with life coats
Max in the isles of hawaii
Or the alpine slopes
Fur coats keep the bitches smilin'
A little diamond
Keep the pussy for a little while and
I'll be gone
Mr. tony street tycoon
Lounging, 4 rottweilers, 5 bedrooms (hey)
Basketball court with a olympic pool
Big screen, sony play station geah, that's kinda cool
You wanna max?
7 digits on my new contracts
Guarantee paper stacks, dips in - nautica slacks
Y'all know who's the macks
And bitches - this ain't no game
Cause ain't a damn thang changed
And the names stay the same
Get down like you live
Geah
Get down like you live ho'
You know the muthafuckin business
Eiht hype, mob town and we outta this bitch
Geah (hey)
We money makers in the house
You know how we do it
All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
Gettin' paid is the american dream
All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
Geah
[high t]
Like the l.a. lakers
We tryin' to be a money maker
But that's kinda hard to do amongst a gang of salt-shakers
So how can money can a nation when playa-hation do
Think about it, probably of couple niggas playa hatin' you
Because you got a lil' sommethin, trying to keep shit tight
Not at the bar, gettin drunk, trying to pick a fight
But mad niggas got it backwards like they ass was in the front
Actin' like they smoke rock and now grass up in they blunt
I gots no words for em, just 'fist of fury' like bruce
I let loose on they ass, then hit the fence like juice
And don't be a broke nigga fuckin' everybody's bitch
Niggas'll get mad cause they gotta pay for this shit
Just cause you got more game then a next man, don't make it bad
Every real nigga got a hustle to 'em, even your dad
So do what you gotta, but don't cross that line
You get yours, I get mine, and everything'll be fine
All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
Gettin' paid is the american dream
All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream...
[eiht]
I needs money, that's why the palm itches
Masterplans and schemes, so I can get riches
Potent 20's to double up's and quarter pieces
Fancy cars to condos with ? ? ? ?
Pops out the dream (chin-chin)
Cause it seems the corner just ain't workin
In the cut, down the alley, see the one times lurkin'
Everybody packs a sack skrill's not to large
I hooks up a sweet deal with chico de barge
Me's the shit, shippin, price is way to high
I could take my chips by ? the product? , double up, kinda fly
Cops the work but still strap cocked by the side
Asked the bitch that I fuck if she was gon' take the ride
Reply: cool!, what's my take on a china white sack?
A thousand, bitch, to your ass, everyone that come back
She say: cool baby, I'm in, try to regulate this cheese
Kept a smile on my face while she dropped to her knees
Picks up the phone and call chill ? ? ? ? ?
But you's a fuckin' hard line they might ? ? ? ? ?
All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
Gettin' paid is the american dream
All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream...
[eiht]
Touch down for pounds so I can makes my loot
Look for a long hair, redbone in a nike suit
Don't look suspicious, leave yo' dough at home
Straight out the airport, hit me on the pay phone
To the ho-tel, mo-tel
Whatever pleases, just get my mail
You knows the business
Extra care with the sacks
16 and done spent, bring 24 bag
Don't let them show change on the pack
Cause if they do, 187 is the fac'
Did you make it, okay ? ? ? ? ?
I'm on my way back with your pay
Life is lookin kinda lovely to me
Regulate out the state with the ghetto d
My connection's tight, so don't believe the hype
But y'all keep hypin, I make money off of the pipe
All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
Gettin' paid is the american dream
All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
Geah
Hello
Geah
Regulators
Paper chasing
Real niggas standin on the ave, 24-7
Geah
Geah
Geah
Hoo-bang, nigga
Some of that futuristic shit
For that ass
Keepin it thuggish, though
Check it out
[ verse 1 ]
The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough
Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff
Eiht had enough, I'm smoking my fluff
Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough
My theme is I push music to driveby
I slide through, scoop up four and ride high
Strap under the seat my hood technique
As I destroy your block like _dante's peak_
Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun
On my turf puttin in work since day one
Y'all ain't heard enough about a nigga singin the blues
Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news
John walsh, wash me up, you're crazy
Havin my face captured 180
Can't go there, ain't havin that, man, fuck
The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck
[ chorus ]
Sometimes in the hood it's so rough
That makes niggas from the hood stay tough
Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs
16, double the stash, you do the math(2x)
[ verse 2 ]
I guess my mind's on the track, gotta get me a stack
And in fact, homebody, you know what gun I pack
Keeps y'all enemies close that stay cheatin
When they ask make fast and start heatin
Niggas ain't fuckin around - dodge mine
Drop yours, bitch, and lay that ass down
Keep your face to the ground, don't even look
No positive I'd and all the money was took
Shook the hell up out the spot and kept away from snitches
Took a trip across town just to floss my riches
Bitches turn into niggas and start yappin
One more hit on your house where y'all nappin
Dumpin one, catch you in the midnight, the late night hour
The hollow point shower
The sweet success thatt you taste has got sour
Straight, eiht regulate my thug power
[ chorus ]
[ verse 3 ]
My niggas disappoint me thinkin y'all can fade it
Still player-hated, wishin y'all made it
Stay down, hoo-bangin niggas takin over
G's in lows puttin holes up in a rover
Told ya, stop tryin to walk in our shoes
Real thugs hail from the west, first rule
In fact, we the first bloods and crips
First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips
First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop
Bring the prices down low, y'all pick the rest to cop
Copy cats, now y'all dippin lows with heats
Pepetratin fresh coast, tryin to roll our streets
Hate your sight, catch you on a red-eye flight
Commence the sweatin the groove just for spite
Lucky though, I give you a pass and let you go
I'ma catch you on the road at another rap show
[ chorus ]
Geah
Hoo-bang, nigga
That makes niggas from the turf stay tough
Geah
Westside, you know
Sometimes in the hood it's so rough
Geah, you know what we do
In the muthafuckin' house
Niggas on the run in the house
Little hawk & bird in the house
I say da foe in the house
New style in the house
Geah
Muthafuckas wanna run at the lip
Ego trip, i'ma grab the clip
Uh, hit the stick from the chronic sack
Suicidal (geah), homicidal
Kinda vital (right)
Maniac with the mac is back, no drama
For your momma more trauma (geah)
It's more shootin', it's more buckin'
It's more slicin', it's more dicin', it's more - fuckin' (right)
Insane in the membrane
Makes me leave dead bodies in the tub cause I got no love
For my momma (stick) or my daddy (shit)
Now I'm solo
Oh no, out the roof of the caddy
Never will I be beated is the attitude (right)
Because I'm always heated
And just like waco i'ma put 'em on their back (right)
When I'm schemin' muthafuckas just try to attack
And in fact to the wack i'ma show no slack
Got a muthafucka sweatin' like I hit some crack
Never stable, loose cable
Live wire, for hire, under fire (geah)
Get your shit slit with a knife
Hard nigg's better run for their fuckin' life
Run... niggas... c'mon...
Eyes roll back when I hit the spliff (shit)
Throwin' dead bodies off the side of a clip, uh
Get my kicks outta killin' with a dirty gat (right)
Execution style, can you picture that? (geah)
Get on your knees (drop), nigga please (right)
You fucked
Get your hands up (c'mon)
It won't hurt like I told ya
2 to your dome muthafucka now it's over, uh
Niggas keep on duckin'
Fuck the devil it's myself that keep see buckin'
Not that white devil bruce springsteen
I'm the boss so the cost is you gon' get tossed (geah)
Never can I be faded, can't whip it
Double stick it cause I'm wicked
Ain't no future in your frontin'
Put you on front street and punk I'll keep dumpin' (dump dump dump)
And I ain't done yet (geah), you got about 8 secs
'fore I grab the muthafuckin' tec
Get your dome checked as I start to dump like phife
Muthafuckas better run for your fuckin' life
Run... c'mon... geah...
Run niggas (compton)
Run niggas (west side)
Run (stick 'em)
Looks like a full moon (that's right)
After I loot ya I'm a shoot ya then boot ya
In the corner and you screamin'
And I'm bettin' you sweatin'
Cause your ass keep dreamin', nigga you done pissed me off
Just can't stand it, goddamnit, too soft
Wicked as I kick it like soccer (geah)
Better be watchin' ? ? ? cause i'ma cluck ya
Endonesia, the gangsta pleaser
One time - for your mind
Wreckin' your braids
Causin' you pain got you in check
When I got my hands around your neck
Squeezin' (geah) tighter than you can imagine
Coughin' up blood as your ass keep gaggin' (c'mon)
Boo-yah! how you like me now like a cricket
Then you give me click it when i'ma stick it
Meanin' you seeled your fate (c'mon)
Meanin' you can't escape
Meanin' you best think twice (right)
Meanin' you run for your life
Run... nigga... c'mon...
Geah
And we runnin' that shit you know I'm sayin'?
Niggas on the run
Lil' hawk & bird
The new style, you know I'm sayin'?
For the ninety fizzy...
Oh... da foe in the house
Geah
Brrrr stick 'em hahaha stick 'em...
Half ounce one time stick 'em
Geah
You know how the fuck we do it, c'mon
Y'all remember that old school shit, geah
Get 'em
C'mon
Your block is mine bitch back up
We run the whole fucking world chips stack up (chin chin)
We've been
Gettin in where we fit in since the old days
L.t.d.'s rode bopping the o'jays
Gun place, crime place, one time swoop
Strawberries in the back - at the 70's coupe
Giving head like a chicken plucked
Four niggas one bitch, everybody fucking
From selling my
Crack on the corner, packing, bailing my straps
Got a
Million reasons so it be's the killin season, moves the crowd
As the bullets hit with no names
Connects the dots echos through the ghetto hot
Flies like an eagle
Becomes the strap by the motherfuckin regal
Tinted windows
Tyres spin fast up out yo' set
Next week right back to see who we can get
You want yo' chin checked (ping)
Fools just gimme a car
We got yo' ass when we see you r.i.p. on the wall
The way I'm livin don't give no hail low
One times I stay low
Want pay no compton, no play no
Hit the round when we start blastin
Out the back door
Before they send the ? ? ? ? in (get up)
We niggas fo' hire
Bustin (boom)
We bust back (boom), return the fire, get' em
Brrrrrrr stick 'em hahaha stick'em...
Half ounce one time stick 'em
Geah
Bails around twelve o'clock
Roam my block with the glock
Keeps the world nicely stash
From neighbourhood watch
Walks the rocks
Dope fiends makes my pay
Late nite hype to fiends so they walk this way
24 is the delivery
And if you want that bomb shit come and spend with me
Killas been with me
Two top tree (geah)
Cars deep from the streets a diploma
Endo aroma
In a coma trauma center, slugs hit your body
Mentality's too sick when we leave the party
Makes to clean ghetto way got yo' spot on quire
Shootin a sheriff, we wired so you best not try it
In my life time I find a fuckin need
To be paper down red bones chronic weed
With speed
A nigga commits to - cluck his dope
One time's trying to stop the paper chase fo' sho'
Oh no ain't no escaping of the ghetto bird
As they fly in fast the 5-0 swerve
Niggas need to listen: pay attention
For the money on a mission
Niggas fo' hire 'turn the fire, geah
(chorus)
Feds gettin closer
I'm peepin
My girl touched me on my shoulder (wake up)
While I'm sleeping
They creepin
No worry, grabs the stash and ? ? ? ? ?
No assistance pick up excepts the cash
Baby keep yo' head down low
Tear gas through the window, hits the floor
Grabs the mask - to the face, you know the s-k clan
You grabs to with two mill, the glock in my hand
Tear gas make a nigga weaker
Feds talkin much shit on the loud speaker
To the lexus jeep
I heard this: she put to keep up
Told my baby duck down cause I'm about to sweep up
Whole lotta niggas in my damn way
Guarantee to keep spittin
This is payback day
Makes my pay
Fast getaway (geah)
Niggas fo' hire
Bust back we return the fire (get 'em)
Half ounce one time
Stick 'em
Eihthype one time
Geah
[Intro:]
G'yeah, how we gon' get on this one? (Westside)
Uh, my homey Bird in the house (N-O-T-R in the house)
I said da foes in the house (There's pork in the house)
MC Eiht in the house, g'yeah
And this how we gettin down (The new style in the house)
To the West, my Gz, to the West
To your chest, my Gz, to your chest
We puttin it down
from block to block, to scale this town
From crooked cops to, dope spots, all around
Uhh, hot poles to six folds of strawberries
Hood's tight like Fort Knox, runnin thru military
Attitudes, don't even try it, Tek 9's
AK's, will be stored in a riot
Quiet as kept, we creep, put you to sleep
No bull-essin, dirty ass Mac 11's keep spittin
Killers they cheat *?that they ass?*
Punk one-times gaffle to my homey Tiny T's battle ground
187's, 211's is for the paper
No ..... kiddin, caps get peeled in the city
E's bringin you the bomba
Ragtops we sell, oh, from Compton to Alandra
Cruisin in my 6-tre wit Eazy-E
Blunt smokin, tryin ta dash from the C-P-D
Do or die for the wicked Westside, who's the best?
Fake the West as I pound it on my chest
Compton is where we do it all day
G'yeah, bitch, oh why you come my way?
"Get Revenge" is the motto
Crack sacks to, pull jacksta, down St.Ives bottles
Representin
G'yeah come on, uhh
To the West, my Gz, to the West
(Uhh, g'yeah, puttin it down for 9-6)
Homies, we're county bound, wit the hot 9's
One-time slam my face to the ground
Hot girls can you set you up
Hollow points, hit the car when, them Compton Gz bust
(Who) can't stand my definition?
Murders I wrote, gats I tote, is my daily day mission
Kids get caught up in the rapture
Wit the murderous styles that they after
Young guns, dumpin to keep it pumpin, gots ta leave sockin
Keep dem 9 mill's rockin
No place is this place I dwell, cross every states
House Compton cell mates
Tossed souls get torn
1-5-9, I represents us the day I was born
Musta been my destiny
Blast to the face so they won't get the best of me
To make a big fat grip (grip)
Land of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we steady dip
Come test me, don't wanna do it, I keeps it jumpin
.44 Mag will definitely keep you stumpin
We back again
Them killers from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
I'm representin
G'yeah, (Where we goin?)
To the West, my Gz, to the West (To where?)
Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your chest (So waddup?)
To the West, my Gz, uhh
Compton all day, Compton all day
G'yeah (come on, uhh, come on, uhh)
Our motto's "Do or Die", we specialise in
hittin switches and dumpin fools in ditches
If it's on, it's on, regulatin
Player hatin, run your organisation like a poem
Put that down like James Brown, I got'cha
Hey fool, I shot ya
Domes get delivered on platters
Hot heat from under the seat, fools you better stagger
My Uzi weighs a tonne
Stomp and claimin Compton from, g'yeah, day one
Sometimes I got to thank God
for puttin me in the middle of the land, where homies buck and sqwuab
For life, Compton for life and not for this rap
Stay true to the streets, so Gz get it straight
It just got to be that way
For my Gz that's, why everyday
sneaks around, to put the buck down
Compton 24/7, g'yeah, stay the hell down
We clown on the daily
Others try and fade the West but they must be crazy
I'm representin
G'yeah (Hey, come on)
To the West, my Gz, to the West
Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your chest
And we ain't sayin no names, uhh
Compton, uhh, g'yeah
Buck em down, buck em down
Geah
You know how the fuck we do it
It's thug shit
Y'all wit' me?
C'mon, geah
Hey...
Once upon a time in the ghetto you're stuck
In the ghetto you're fucked
Ah - press your luck
I said once upon a time in the ghetto
You're through
Once upon a time in the ghetto
It's like you
Check it out
(verse 1)
My life has been like gun blast every night
Stop the car, searched down with a flashlight
"where's the gun? where's the dope? "
The drive-by last week they try to pin, there's no hope
Wishin' I wasn't the victim, better yet the suspect
Waitin to run a warrant check
"what set you from? what side of town?
Nigga like you must be ready to get down"
Hold up now, cause I start to speak my mind
I question the place of the ride and what time
"speak your mind one more time, you're through"
They found a bullet that I stashed in my shoe
Fuck, now they gon' tear up the car
Try to lock me in a cell that's as tight as a jar
But that's the way it's goin' down, the gang story's told
Tomorrow might be the same episode
Chorus...
Once upon a time n' the ghetto you're through
Once upon a time n' the ghetto I'm like you
Once upon a time n' the ghetto you're stuck
In the ghetto you're fucked
Ah - press your luck
I said...
(verse 2)
Y'all can follow me, see how gangstas walk
Real killas spit the strap and don't talk
Set trip, murder at night, we stalk
Yellow tape, bodies outlined in the chalk
I keeps my enemies close
Last night seen a life straight turn to ghost
My position is to roll through round-the-clock
Keeps watch on the one times down the block
You hear the click with the bang-bang, then you stop
Try to run, but the chest burn makes you drop
My comrads and criminals through hard time
I ride for y'all niggas, pop goes my nine
I do the crime, the point is mine
Look around the clockwork, it ain't hard to find
Any block, ward or burrough, you know what I speak
Your clients all cross the street if yo' product is weak
Chorus...
(verse 3)
Y'all fools come up short on the work and try to cheat us
Cold niggas, cold-ass world, catch the heaters
Burn you bitch-ass niggas, you can't beat us
Another life lost, you never will defeat us
Gun smoke's the outcome I predict
Locked down, never that, nickel slick
Try to cheat a nigga for dollars, "holla holla"
Is the sound that you make for cuttin' off the cake
Fake niggas, I hate yo' face, niggas
Seal your fate, no safety on the triggers
Ditches for the bodies I dump I dig bigger
Puttin mo' dick to ya than dirk diggler
Static cling, bust straps, you ears ring
Funeral day, the sad songs to sing
Nigga shoulda known by now it's mines
Step now or charriots will swing
Chorus...
Hoo-bangin' one time, check it out
Hoo-bangin' two times, check it out
Compton one time, nigga
Compton two times, bitch
Intro: mc eiht
Geyeah, we in the motherfuckin house
Eiht hype in the motherfuckin house, geyeah
1/2 oz in the motherfuckin house
My niggaz on the run in the motherfuckin house
Lil hawk and burn in the motherfuckin house, geyeah
And ain't no love in the nine-fo' hoe
Verse one: mc eiht
It makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog
Let them hood rat bitches know the true meaning of a dog
Makes me want to be a nigga, for hire
Let five-oh feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah
Hold my nuts and make my cash
Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh
Walkin with a strap and a bad ass rap
You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh
And bitches can't hang with the pack
Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back
Niggaz got beef 'cause eiht hype's a mack
And since the age of thirteen, I've been packin
Fool I slang a gang of twenty bags
Thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag
Always on the lookout for the, helicopter
Blast from the ak fill the fuckin copper
It's do or die, motherfuckers die
Niggaz from the compton streets so don't even try, nigga
You get slugs from the stub for offendin me
Nuthin but the gangsta in me
Chorus:
Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3x)
Spice 1 come down
Verse two: spice 1
I am a g, yes I'm only a g
Walks like a g, talks like a g
So a to the motherfuckin k
It's your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the bay
Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they ass
I'ma do the blast, then eiht you get cash in
Dash, the fuck out the cut
Fifty bullets up in the nuts, nigga that's how we runnin up
I-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-i-smile-but-a-motherfucker-peelin-his-cap
Picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plastic
Say killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me glock
Piggedy pop motherfucker, watch em drop, motherfucker
Just a g, comin up out the bay with a ak
Put it in your face to split your wig nigga, zag to zig nigga
Disrespect me i'ma bank ya
'cause I'm nuthin but a motherfuckin east bay gangsta
Chorus:
Nuthin but the gangsta (3x)
Ha ha, come on nigga
Verse three: redman
Check it out
Oh my god! I destroy cities like the blob
Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to cape cod
Fuck a job, my organization runs like the mob
The original joe pex flex, redman bitch you better ask somebod
Prepare to slam from here to japan with jams
I'm from the jersey section and I keep it real for ninety-four and
I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects I dissects
But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at
Black, huh!! I snatch the beauty from the beast
It's that funk deceased nigga comin thru bitch so grab your hairpeace
I got the gangsta in me plus I'm not friendly
To a bitch-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the indy
Now let me spice the track up, mc eiht pass the bone so I can get lifted
And a head can get blown when bronx pass the biscuit
I drop the funk and drop a body to show I'm serious
The gangsta means I'm live, rappin from new jersey, period!!
Chorus:
Nuthin but the gangsta (8x)
Verse four: mc eiht
Hit the weights everyday like popeye the sailor
Bailin with my squashed up khakis and chuck taylors
Just touched down from san quentin
Hand me that fresh ass pendleton, uhh!
It's nuthin but the gang, thing
Makes me hit the corner and slang
Board and quarter about a hundred times
Don't be servin no dubs and dimes
But I do it, no hesitation
Fuck it, i'ma violate probation
No one gave a mad fuck about me
Since the age of eight I roamed the halls of lb
Pops thrown out never had a big brother
Put on the set when I could pick the right color
The homey put me down on a half a bird
Turned it into key now they bomb for me
Rollin in the trey on fuckin gold d's
Nuthin but the motherfuckin gangsta in me, geyeah
Outro:
Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeah
Nuthin but the gangsta- come down
And that's how it's going down
That's how it's going down, uhh
1/2 oz in the motherfuckin house
Niggaz on the run, lil hawk and burn
Nuthin but the gangsta (4x)
Murder niggas at night
Some of that real thug shit
We murder niggas at night
And in the morning
We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin'
Murder for hire
Click caps to pay bills
For this young g
Steps back and kill at will
I ain't playing with your
No game, the shit's real
So I hits the blocks with yay, no fucking deal (that's right)
I'm heated - and I'm greedy as fuck, I need a meal
My dog told me watch out for shit and pack steel
"and if you care - lil' nigga, get a vest (boom boom!)
Cause niggas be hungry like you and they ready to test"
You die, motherfucker, it's the same gang tale
Niggas talk about who did the killing in jail
We hoo-bangers, hit you block, throw it up
Smash, the real regulators sowed it up
Push rhymes like weight, push - real weight
Get my money comin' in from state to state (chin chin)
Contemplate, my niggas escape to the house
Cause if I'm caught by the times, then I'm - assed out
We murder niggas at night
And in the morning (compton all day, nigga)
We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin'
We murder niggas at night
We hoo bang, bitch, so heed your fuckin warning
(hoo-bang' all day nigga)
We murder niggas at night
And in the morning
We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' (geah)
We murder niggas at night
We hoo bang, bitch, here's your fuckin warning
Y'all needs to back the fuck up or your block gon' burn
Me and my nigga blast with the same gat - it's my turn
Money and the power, it's my time to earn
You're dead on arrival, to whom it may concern
Real thug from the street, yes, die for the cause
Dips the blocks with the heat, right next to my balls
I be the first nigga to jump on the - front line
Slang quarter piece rocks and dodgin - one time
Everybody hustlin' for cash and that's real
Half of us niggas be looking for any bill
Lock down ? ? my ass ? ?
But I bails out, another head back to coke
I gots to bang the hood, slang - till it drop
The enemies I fear not, fuck a cop
The enemies, they come close but get popped
I lasted, laughed last till your heart stopped
Chorus...
Easily I approach
The nigga who's slippin'
I ain't no joke
The tense situation
I gotta provoke
They run real fast
When they see the gunsmoke (hey - boom boom!)
I got - hot ones to test y'all, bless y'all
West y'all - at the - funeral hall
Your homies take sips as they reminisce on nuthin'
I come around catchin' you slippin', doing a dumping
One little, two little, three little suckers
Hoo-bangin' niggas is killers, you muthafucka
? ? ? ? my homie scar when he ride
So every other day when I hit your damn side
Feel my fuckin' revenge
As I blast through your house with your family and friends (boom boom!)
Back to my block, serving 20's and 10's (what up!)
In the back of the alley sippin' 40's and gins (right)
On sundays, church
Moms pray for my sins
And ask to protect until my life ends, geah
Chorus...
Compton all day, nigga
Hoo-bang all day, nigga
You know how the fuck we represent
To the fullest
Thuggin'
9-9 times, nigga
Eiht packs the 9, so get it straight
Gyeah gyeah gyeah
Its goin out to all them g`s
To all them thug niggas still in the pen
All my homiez in ya and shit
Still in the struggle
For all them thug niggas out there representin hoo bangin to the fullest
What all you motherfuckers gon do
Check me out
[ verse 1 ]
What you motherfuckers gon throw up
What you motherfuckers gon do
Get your ass sow up
When I blast the 22
Player times is ill
Half of you niggas be wishin rhymes can kill
Hoo bangin who claimin the same hood as me
I guarantee them motherfucker ain`t as good as me
I'm takin chances when givin circumstancers the deal with
Got a brand new gat from my homiez so I can kill with
17 shots makin 17 niggas drop
Now it's 13 ammalances headin to the circle spot
To some of them niggas sleepin like toxic ways
It will be a closed casket cause I blast to the face
They got a taste of my heater
Hoppin cisalin like cup of heater
The only way that a nigga coulde be tha
Its the be fastest a fuckin sheeter
[ chorus ]
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
Gyeah
I said bangin in the cpt
[ verse 2 ]
I sit back and reminisce about the days of old
As I crack the ogo watchin my platinum vote
First rule I always had to roll with heat
Cause it's a cold cruel world with some stonecold streets
Which block you set trippin happy
Wrong shit out of their teeth catch the reef
No sorrow cause it might be me dead tomorrow
So y'all see the hollow it's the cold I follow
I really miss my g that got shot last year
So I shead a tear and pour out a little beer
Now look at how the enemies made me I'm crazy
Disguise is hazy from your shoulders you can't face me
I blaze up the blunt start to talk up gyeah
All the points for the hood I don't chalked a gyeah
Cause I ain't got nothin to loose
I'm yellin west you bitch as I serve you fools
Come on
[ chorus ]
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
I said bangin in the cpt
Gyeah
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
I said bangin in the cpt
Come on check me out
[ verse 3 ]
I said life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
Blast get the cash live my life like yummy
Time to flies when I ride it seems funny
Make shure I spit the shells deep up in your tummy
Who got shot on your block the spots hot
Caps get peeled on your block like tic tac
No happy days just criminal ways
And the criminal mind make shure the crime pays
Who lays deep in the cut I'm givin a fuck
Cause sometimes I just feel like a nut
Drove off in the alley so I can hit they gates
And release the wooden handle 38 with dub take
They cock the half of my nigga l from gray
Chronic got me beepin my chest like them age
Brave ain't the case they gave me was 187
For sendin niggas to hell and heaven
[ chorus ]
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
I said bangin in the cpt
Gyeah
Come on
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
Bangin in the i-n-g
Gyeah
Come on
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
Bangin in the s.c.
Gyeah
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
Bangin in the lbc
Gyeah
Come on
Ohhh
Hoo bangin in the house
Come on gyeah
Hoo bangin in the house
Come on gyeah
Its goin out to all my g's
Its goin out to all my g's locked down in the pen
Still on the struggle
Now the fuck we do it
Gyeah
Westside fo life
Cpt till I die
Hoo bangin to the fullest
Geah
Compton
Geah
Where we from?
All day...
The weeest side...
All day
Nigga
We from the west side
(1-5-9)
All the time
I gots to get mine so i'ma take your
I do what I gotta do, kick in some back doors (geah)
You don't work, you don't eat is the scene
A nigga like myself got to get me some green
I heard a nigga say: I got a little business trick
So smooth your momma won't know your tryin' to make a grip
I said: what's that?
He said: don't worry bout that!
Just grab this muthafuckin' gat and stick it behind your back
Where the fuck was we going I wondered, didn't give a damn
Because the hood took me under
Stick the gat behind my back with an extra clip
My nigga said: e just watch your back and you best not slip!
I said: homie you don't know me
Don't you see saliva drippin' from my mouth? I'm too hungry!
Jump in the bucket, fuck it!
Take a look back at the crib then hit the pedal to put in my bid
We in the bucket, best believe we gon' doing some lootin'
We got straps in our laps, we gon' be doing some shootin'
Headed to the west side
To start some shit, fired up the blunt
To get my head buzzed to pull the hit
Now I'm ready to cook
Take the strap on my back and I take another look
I'm ready to do some muthafuckin trippin'
I'm ready to hit your mutherfuckin block
With it cocked, catch you slippin, we in the bucket jettin'
Must be nearin the spot because I'm sweatin (ah, damn!)
My nigga peeped and said:
E sit back under the seat as he reached,
Pulled out the mac (yeah it's on)
Hit a couple of corners slow then he killed the lights (geah)
Grabs my strap cause tonight's the fuckin night
I guess this is where the plot thickens
Niggas fix, niggas pluck and fuck like some damn chickens
Fools just best stay hid
Ain't no shame
On the corner like caine, we might be poppin off some damn kids
Jump out with the strap
Niggas caught off guard
Slipping hard
Running for the damn backyard (run run run)
Somebody got two keys behind a damn door
I look at my nigga and say: what we waiting for?
He said: I'm waiting on you
I said: no shit? then step aside
And watch this muthafuckin 9 spit
Ready to leave dead bodies on the curb
I'm gon' be sitting on fat - when I get them birds
Not thinking, nobody can do me
Through the back door, I know it's looking like a fuckin' movie (geah)
Big boss man behind the chair and he's scared as fuck
Pop in clip number two and I commence to bust (pop pop pop)
Not giving a damn
Mentality's do or die
Hollow points hit the chair as the feather fly
I hear him scream out loud homey you dirty!
I tell him: shut the fuck up! where's the birds?
I grabs the suitcase
It's good (that's right)
Unloads my strap like a real g should
Like santa claus with a sack full of goods
I'm heading
Back to the hood
I'm back with a mac
In the front seat of the benz and I'm flossin'
Niggas get in my way and I'm tossin'
Not from shaolin but I'm down with the cream
They sayin' shame on a nigga, know what I mean?
Geah but I'm just that type
The niggas gon' pop you on the late nite hype
West side...
Geah
Where we from...
The west side...
Geah
C'mon
C'mon y'all
1-5-9 all the time...
C'mon y'all
Compton in this bitch
Eihthype...
Ya know
Just like last year I said my friend
Geah
Bitches sing!
Come on
Do this muthafuckin' shit right though
We in the muthafuckin' house
Geah
In the muthafuckin' house
Niggas on the run in the muthafuckin' house
Boom bam, tha chill
Mc eiht in the house
And we know your muthafuckin' residential spots, geah
[tha chill]
I'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks of the compton funk
Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump
Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck
For poppin' that lip service, now your lookin' nervous, uh
Muthafuckas best to run and duck
Cause that nigga named chill still don't give a fuck
Niggas be gettin' shot up with the pistola
Call me chill but not that nigga known as a cold chiller
I got my heat on the front of the seat
Fuck a cop, anybody killa when a nigga gone off the bop gun
Niggas on the run, hah, click number 1
Got them niggas steady swangin' and the bitches straight sprung
So you best to bring your army, your posse, your gang
And we can get in the street and throw them thangs
Nigga figure he's bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah
Fool I'm holdin' the trigger
Finger got the itch, uh, stitch
Or better yet chalk 'em up
I'm tearin' up body parts, makin' it smell like what the fuck?
Don't be thinkin' you gon' catch a nigga slippin' with your shit nigga
1-5-9 times up your head from this stone cold killin' nigga
Ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill
We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill...
Boom bam in the house
Where you from nigga?
[boom bam]
I'm from the c to the o to the m to the p to the t to the o to the n
Niggas be poppin' that shit and I'll be sockin 'em once up in they chin
One hitter quitter, guaranteed sleeper
Rock-a-bye bitch nigga, shit is getting deeper
Bitch wanna know where us niggas that kill at
Well, bring your ass to the west side of compton that's where we chill at
Cause I don't give a fuck about dollars & sense
I'm backin' my nigga eiht at hundred and fifty nine percent nigga
Cause I swear to God I'm gonna kill quick
Cause when you fuck with my nigga then it's some real shit
So if you feel you wants to get something off of your back
Come to the new muthafucka, that's where you'll find me at
You best to watch your back
Cause I be creepin' through your hood
Every other night loaded with my fuckin' gat
Just hopin' that I see you
To blow a hole in your ass so big that I can peep through
Cause when we cool, we calm, we just chillin' niggas
Geah, cause we them killin' niggas
Chorus...
[eiht]
Don't be slippin' on this side of town
Where the notorious, victorious, put that ass down
And i'ma clown like krusty when I bust this
You can't let off cause that shit is too rusty
Better be breakin' like trigga when I pull my trigga
Nigga how'd you figure?
You better be diggin a bigger ditch
Fo' sho' just watch that ass get popped
I'll make you jump ship then quickly sets up shop
Geah, fool
Original baby gangsta
I'ma pull
My shit
Then watch - it spit
Ooh, the fire
The hollow points flyin'
Hear the screams of your bitch
While you dyin' (geah)
Lyin' on your back
Tryin' to get ? ? ? ?
Never seen a man cry
Until he seems dead
As I pump 2 more slugs up in that ass
Better dash before your dead
By these killin' niggas
Chorus...
Geah
In the muthafuckin' house
The eihthype thugs, uh
Just them killas niggas know I'm sayin'
? ? ? ? ? to the 9-6
We're back full of tricks for your bitch-ass nigga uh
Don't fuck around know I'm sayin'
C'mon sayin'
Geah
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
Mc eiht, dj slip
Half ounce in the mutherfuckin house
It all starts in them muthafuckin streets
With the shooting up, bang bang
From the quiet neighbourhoods to them loc'd out compton gangs
From they mommas to they daddies to they grands
Passed generations with rags in they fuckin' hands
And living in compton you can't deal with the hassle
Uh, living in compton one time's tryin' to gaffle
Uh, living in compton boy you better think fast
Niggas ain't fuckin around, they'll put a slug in your ass
Never givin a fuck goin' out like geez
Slangin them keys, jackin naked body on d's
Do or die is the motto that we strive to live
Do a muthafuckin drive-by on your wife and kids
From every hood to block to park to street
You cross the wrong fuckin' line and your ass gets beat
One for all, all for one is how we go down
Niggaz make the muthafuckin hood go round
That's righ, geah
Niggas make the hood... geah... go
You know...
The hood done took under all kinds, yeah I know
From my homies down in watts to the g's in chicago
(hey what's up homeboy? )
What's up? and everybody's up on the gank
It don't matter how the fuckin blood splatter, long as get yo' bank
Real g's come in all shapes and sizes
Dottin' your eyeses, packin all kinda surprises
The type of niggas that don't give a fuck about one time
Fill they fuckin' car full of holes with this brand new 9 (pop pop)
And now your shit outta luck
Niggas ain't fuckin around when they hood starts throwing down (geah)
Caps get peeled with this hot ass a.k.
Ain't no stoppin' cause we poppin' punks on rainy days
A place where there's about a million night stalkers
Gangsta walkers, muthafuckin' shit talkers
Throw your straps in the air when you hear the sound (yeah)
Niggaz make the muthafuckin' hood go round
Geah
Niggas make the hood... go
You know
Damn the hood is kinda hot (say why)
Just heard one of the fuckin homies got shot (shit)
And we don't need it cause it's some shit that we just went through
At martin luther king guess who we ran into
The enemy, no friend of me, homies grab your straps (what's up? )
In the waiting room it's time to peel some fuckin caps
And ain't no losin cause we already lost
The homie from the hood so they asses get tossed
And ain't no cowards from my camp, so homie let's dump
Fill they ass full of holes right after we stomp
That's the way it happens, the way I'm sayin'
Fool, niggas from the old school ain't playin (geah)
You got beef? muthafucka that's cool (you got beef? )
Say hello to the mutherfuckin tool (what's up man? )
We cap yo' ass so ya know you're goin' down
Niggas make the mutherfuckin hood go round (geah)
Geah
Niggas make the hood... go
You know
Geah
Geah
And this is going out to all the real compton niggas, geah
You know what I'm saying
And you can't stop the mutherfuckin' bum rush
Half ounce in the muthafuckin' house, geah
And we puttin' it down for all the real compton niggas y'know I'm sayin
Ain't no faking homeboy
Eihthype's in this bitch for the 94
Mc eiht, dj slip, boom bam, tha chill,
My homeboy d.u.i., lil hawk & bird
Y'know I'm sayin, geah
And this is how we doin in, you know I'm sayin
And peace to all the real compton city g's
Yo willie, take me outta here
Yeah what's up, geah
Geah
In the muthafuckin house
For the 9 to the 6
Geah
To them bitch-ass niggas
We know your residential spot
The red dot's on your dome, geah fool, I'm ready to pull this
Trigger, nigga, straight bangin to the fullest
Original baby gangster on the block
159 reasons to bust you with the dirty glock
It looks like rain, so I'm wettin
Your hood, of course, no remorse, better start jettin
No need for fuckin with the killer when I'm goin down
Nigga please, no r.i.p.'s for these westside gees
I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip
Which I stash by my fuckin dick
Definitely set-trippin, reminiscin
Bout my homies who died from the park
From casual to short
Line up the homie as a teardrop falls
No time for back-trackin, cause hood work calls
Housecalls be given, where you livin, unforgiven
My mentality's like the dead has risen
Hit your block with the glock cocked, I'm ready to pull it
Not givin a damn, fool, catch the fuckin bullet
Your mama, your daddy, your old annie-granny
Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the caddy
Aw shit, fire spits out the hole of the mac
I will send you on a trip where you won't be comin back
I pops a bitch-made nigga, and I'm cheesin
'96 is the killin season
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill (3x)
Murder murder murder murder...
Geah, come on
I'ma flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody alive
The mentality's got me stuck in '85
Park boy straight bangin (right)
Peelin caps back to collect my stripes
From the 3rd to the cly', then back to taper
Niggas rollin through, they get nothin but the vapors
Bitch please, 159 gees
Fill your bucket, fuck it, full of holes like swiss cheese
And ain't no stoppin this b.g. from the c-p-t
Dippin around, fool, that's where I be
Niggas disrespect, makes me chuckle
Represent the hood on my fuckin belt buckle
Chalkin up points, smokin on joints, I roll through
With the mentality of fuckin you
Niggas on niggas, we need to quit
Say it ain't no peace, just this piece on yo ass like flies on shit
So fool, don't test
I be playin connect the dot on your muthafuckin chest
For no apparent reason
'96 is the killin season
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill (3x)
Little hawk
Boom bam
Da foe
And chill
Murder murder murder
It don't stop
Murder murder murder
Till your ass gon' drop
Murder murder murder
Geah
Come on
Time flies when doin drive-by's
Cause it only takes a sec
For boom bam to empty the tec
Not givin a fuck if the clip is empty
If y'all buckin, I'm buckin, I'm takin 2 with me
I hear sirens, tires screechin, bitches screamin
Niggas duckin, that muthafuckin nigga buckin
You can't compete, your whole street catch the blues
You gon' pay some muthafuckin dues
And ain't no stoppin till the clip is through
If I'm gon' die, your mark-ass gon' definitely die too
Caught the slug in the back of the shoulder
Swear, like a chair, muthafucka, i'ma fold ya
Niggas on the run got my back, and that's cool
Like king tee that gives me permission to act a fool
(just clownin) no need tryin to run for protection
Catch that ass dippin when we slippin through the inner section
Niggas be transformin like trees, and
Another dead, it's the killin season
Murder murder murder
It don't stop
Murder murder murder
Till your ass gon' drop
Murder murder murder
It don't quit
Murder murder murder
Fuck the shit
Murder murder murder
It don't stop
Murder murder murder
Till your ass gon' drop
Murder murder murder
But that ain't all
Murder murder murder
Cause your ass gon' fall
Geah
Compton is this bitch
Geah
You know where the fuck we from
Nigga
Original cmw in the muthafuckin house
You know how we do it
Back for that ass for the 9 to the 6
Mc eiht
Dj slip
Tha chill
Lil' hawk & bird
Da foe
My nigga tom
My nigga ? ? ? ? ? is in the house
My nigga mike t in the muthafuckin house
Everybody in this muthafucka
Geah
Y'all know how we do it
For the 9 to the 6, nigga
And you better watch the fuck out
Cause we know your muthafuckin residential spots
Geah
Murder murder murder
It don't stop
Murder murder murder
Cause your ass gon' drop
Murder murder murder
Murder murder murder
It don't quit
Murder murder murder
[ice cube]
When I hear the words: murda murda, I concern a
Slug in your burden brain
Niggas heard of me
From here to eternity
Fuck hell cause I can feel the earth burn in me
Now we can meet, we can greet, we can see, we can eat
We can hold court in the street
Whatcha wanna do?
I just ate, it's a quarter to 8
I'm in section 8 with mc eiht and a 38 (yeah)
And I'm ready to ride for this shit
Muthafucka done invested his life in this shit
And we ain't losin' rather take a penitentiary chance
And ? ? your house like some blue and red ends
Make you dance like holyfield
And we'll rob you like lennox lewis
And you can't do nuthin' to us (nuthin')
Spent my life with the west rollies
A few of 'em still gangbangin in they 40's, what
Violatin parolies
[ice cube, mack 10 & eiht]
Ye-ye-ye-e
Gangstas make the world go round
And stayin' down in the y-2-k
That's what they say
It's hoo-bang muthafucka and we don't play
Eiht, cube and mack: iii tha hood way, geah
I said...
[mack 10]
Mack 10 is the lick, west side is the click (yeah)
I can't get enough of this gangsta shit
So I drag my 5-7 down the shores and the skate
? ? ? ? play some vibrate for humpin' section 8
I stay g'd up and down, it's the bumper when it's late
With my hair bitch-braid sportin' murder one shades
It's the heat bringer, king inglewood swinger
And fuck every nigga that ain't a hoo-banger (hoo-banger!)
No color lines make dimes, it's color blind
And I ain't trippin' cause your rag ain't bright as mine
Let's rock t-birds up, sew up the place
Get on the paper chase and let us smoke our free base
I'm a straight go-getter, grinded till I'm rich
I stay down and dirty and screamin' fuck a bitch (fuck you bitch!)
Me, eiht and don mega off the hook together
It's iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever, what
Chorus...
[eiht]
Three niggas, three time felons with three strikes (yeah)
Three times equal 9's, khakis and knives
Roll on swings as I bumps the flashlight
Nice off I flip to the hard, my shit's tight
Small nigga in the backseat with loc's
Tryin' to come up on cash cause we downer at last
Gun smoke, my tramp 8's start to spittin'
Put the hood I scream loud, give a fuck who I'm hittin'
West side compton, hoo-bang' fo' sho'
Put they work for my g's, six feet below
The murda show, muthafuckas ride with me
There's one life to live so I cops the key
Once upon a time in the projects with heat
Slangin' my shit: you don't work, you don't eat
You can take this boy out tha hood
But you can't take the hood out a nigga
Hand stays on the trigga, geah
Chorus...
[cube & eiht]
Iii tha hood way ye-yey (fo' sho')
Iii tha hood way ye-yey (for the 9-9 fool)
Iii tha hood way ye-yey (you know how tha fuck we do it)
Iii tha hood way ye-yey (hoo-bangin' fo' life!)
Yeah (geah)
Geah
The compton shit
Mc eiht (tha criminal shit)
For your ass
Ice cube (dumpin' out the trey)
Dumpin' out the rag seven
Mack 10 (givin' yo' ass just what you need)
That thug shit
West side hoo-bangin' gangstas
Compton fo' life
Geah
[ intro ]
Gyeah
We're on this smooth shit
Takin you back to the old school (westside)
Gyeah
Hoo-bangin in the house
And right about now
We got the real cpt g's up in here
Mc eiht , boom bam , cmw representin to the fullest
Hoo-bangin to the fullest
Gyeah
[ verse 1 ]
I once heard don't forget
Where you came from , son
And if you're bailin thru compton
You better bring a gun
Cops tryin to set off spots and raid niggas
Just cause we some fuckin paid niggas
Zags and crack that I used to sell
To the swap meet to get my gear and straight bail
What 'll it be to they lost my loot
So 5-o wants all a blue khaki suit
Shoot if y'all come down the block, static
Dash like a rabbit barely escapin the automatic
Tragic is the scene that's left
Bringin the pain like meth(od man)
The yellow tape means death (boyaa)
Steps the fuck off or meet your maker
The tech 9 will take ya be the back-breaker
Out for cash flow the way I was part of
Keep your hood tight nigga don't get caught up
Yeah
[ chorus ]
My life , my life , my life
With the tech 9 , come on
I said my life , my life , my life
Check it out
[ verse 2 ]
I've been in the street game since '86
With mc's on gold d'z takin gangsta flix
Screamin : fuck your clitch
Bitch you best not trick
Hoo-bangin these full straps came with clips
6 shots is all you get (ping , ping)
You better put in work
Or scurb or get covered with damn dirt
My mission is the ride for the west
And make cash and pick of enemies
Tryin to trespass , for sho'
I ain't no joke but it ain't the blunt
I light it's the fuckin gun that smoke (boom ,boom)
Provoke any nigga that try to step
Fools trip imma show 'em
Who's fast from the hip
Clap you once cause g's leave no
Witnesses clap twice out the door
Slow with the creep while the neighbour's asleep
Still music to drive-by and I'm n2 deep
Come on
[ chorus ]
My life , my life , my life
With the tech 9 , come on
My life , my life , my life
Fuck one-time
Gyeah
I said my life , my life , my life
In the cpt
I said my life , my life , my life
Hoo-bangin gangstas
Check it out
[ verse 3 ]
In the 6-6-6 5-0 trey or deuce
Real g's draggin it low with much juice (gyeah)
Loose lips sink ships is what I was told
While my bankroll fold
I'm leavin your body cold
Down the role-road since the b.g.
The o.g.'s had me actin crazy
Like fightin and blastin cause life ain't funny
Young niggas strugglin best get your money
Creep up in the late night
Keep your grip tight lay low outta site
And watch the porch light
Cause I ain't got nuttin to lose
And I ain't nuttin when I'm dumpin
Ya'll catchin the blues
I needs the money and the cola baby
Don't make me react pulls out the strap
And then clap hoo-bangin to the fullest
In compton is where we're dwellin
In the west where we're yellin
While the yea keeps sellin (westsiiide)
Come on
[ chorus ]
I said my life , my life , my life
With the tech 9
And that's how we representin
To the fullest
With the real cpt g's
To the i-n-g
All the way up to south central
To all my hoo-bangin gangstas in the house
Gyeah , that's how we're doin it
To the west
All day , we don't play
Gyeah , come on
I said my life , my life , my life
With the tech 9 , come on
I said my life , my life , my life
Fuck one-time
Geah (hey)
C.m.w in the house (rock on)
Hubtouchablez in the house (rock on)
Geah (hey)
Half ounce in the house, hey
(geah, c'mon, geah)
I dips around, sips around 2 o'clock
The hammer's backjacked, cocked on the glock
Westward bound, stay down
To the fools that's gon' bow
How you like us now?
Steady living by the trigger
I toss on nigga
Nuthin' on my ass but tommy hilfiger
Droppin' chronic by the pound
Who's teachin' classes?
Bitches blowin all day with their naked-asses
Checks my spot, better yet, checks my knot
Jack to jill, round the hill, I get the scrill'
Better pay me
I need the money, so I'm goin' crazy
Can I still kill it? you bet!
Words float from the tongue to get your panties wet
So hop yo' ass in the back seat, let's roof
And stick your big ass out the sunroof
(chorus)
Hubtouchablez as we dips around
As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down
We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets
Geah, hey
I puts it down 'funky enough' like the d.o.c.
Maybe you can't see, blind like stevie
That's sick, you blind and you just can't see
You need to wear sun-glasses like d.m.c.
Cruise around in s.5. classes
Sippin' on d.p. in tall glasses
Bullet proof vest protects the chest, cause it ain't wettin'
Call me big daddy kane, ain't no half steppin'
'who's got the props? who's got the props? '
The hubtouchablez is in the house, it don't stop
Get moves for that ass
Come smooth on that ass
But the girls be shaking that ass for the cash
Got 'em hangin' loosely
Just introduced me
Now you tryin to juice me
Damn baby, I know ho's got their heat
But back the fuck up and gimme 80 feet
(chorus)
Hubtouchablez as we dips around
As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down
We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets
Leave your crew fucked up, don't talk no shit
Hubtouchablez as we dips around
As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down
Leave you crew fucked up, we no regrets
We them killin' muthafuckas, want much respect
Hey, geah, hey, geah
Half ounce in the house (rock on)
Geah
'walk this way' cause it's my way to swing
No playa hatin', ain't nuthin' but a compton thang
Fucked up, now you lookin' silly
Body kinda chilly from the chrome milly
But milly couldn't imitate it no more
Like p.e. yo bum rush the show!
In fact, like goldie the mack
"take a nation of millions to hold us back"
Play a game of knick knack patty wack
Toss my sack out and watch it come right back
Fatten the pockets cause we got to have it on the daily
Me and my nigga big bird flossin' crazy
Girls to big lips, to big hips
Only get down for players with big chips
And we be's the biggest playas to straight macs
Snaggin taggin redbones to ? ? ? ? ? ? blacks
Hey, geah
C.m.w. in the house, uh c'mon uh
Half ounce in the house, geah c'mon
Y'know I'm sayin' straight paper chasin, got to get that greenery
Geah
Yo, hoo-bangin' niggas offcials for the year 2g
I want y'all niggas to say hello to the bad nigga, uh
Hoo-bangin', what's up
Geah
Ya know this ? ? ? muthafucka's life ain't shit
Right here
Creepin' up on your ass
For the year 2g
Must be murder
Nighttime vision, my hot nine catching you while you sleep
It's critical nigga, it's too deep
Fuck, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep
Ya know this killa nigga from the west side of the street
Old school fool, pack choose the rules
Confrontation, confront blazing tool
My mighty black sword is ready to duel
No sympathy when punishment's include
Back the fuck up, niggas, I act up
Homerun-hitter, the quick nine-spitter
When my mind starts playing tricks and flashbacks
Of seein porno flicks, done criminal acts
Y'all ain't touching my squad
Run the whole yard, anybody disguised, pulling your card
Mock my life, nigga, it's too hard
Ready for battle in the streets, you get scarred
Must - be murder
Hoo-bangin' for life ain't no joke
Must be murder
Reppin' the west, so watch the gun smoke
I know my momma be praying her lord save me
I bail the street with the strap, the homie daily
You're crazy, y'all ain't from my spot, so push
Before your dead body's recovered, multiple shots
You speak by your weak position, thinkin' you're strong
You're wrong, nigga, watch my killa ambition
Touch ya, hoo-bang niggas who ride
Who roll on your side ready to die
Who lights up your life with hot flames
Real straight game, thug life's the game
Gettin' it, never pretending since the beginning
Niggas like me keeps the world spinnin'
I ain't done yet, enemies don't tempt me
Unload episodes until my clip empty
Y'all ain't gettin' the front line
Your front line, you can save conversation with my nine
Chorus...
Criminal mind, but this time a west coast loc
Can't stand a compton nigga slangin' slugs like fuckin coke
Money made the illegal way, I roll the regal way
Brown paper bag full of baggies to maintain
Just can't stay away from hood niggas
Hood bitches, hood towns and hood sounds
Fuck anybody who disrespect get chin-checked
Fly like a eagle, the hollows hit the deck
Expect the worst in the hood if you gon' kick it
Doors open, murder show, go get your ticket
Sly, slick and wicked, bullets ready to rico-
Chet off your body, they toe tag, they stick it
The guns ready to straight catch ya
Murder was the case, trying to hide my face
Evil as they come
I clicks the fuckin' nine gun, y'all fools best to run
Chorus...
Geah
Hoo-bangin's official
You know how the fuck we do it
Real niggas
In the y2k
Doin' what the fuck we gotta do
Y'all niggas perpetrating
You know, keep it thug over here
You know, keep it thug right here, hoo-bangin' official
Y'all niggas is just like us
Real niggas on the block is how we keep it
Never fakin' the funk
4-5's and 9's catchin' you, nigga
Till the day we die, fool
Geah
Compton, nigga
[eiht]
Geah (check it out)
One two, one two
Geah (one two one two)
Check it out, uh
I can't fuck with a proper bitch
Cause she wants me to save her
I can't flow
I'd rather fucks with a greedy bitch (geah)
Cause the bitch is much cheaper
So here we go
[hie times]
There's a thin line between a dollar and a hand which just connected
With that hand belonged to you then you'd be the one that's most suspected
So to deal with this here, I needs all of mine
Cause stacking g's and smoking trees is really all that's on my mind
And I'm trying to find me a chicken with thick legs and smooth skin
With a cool panty line and lots of paper to spend
Cause where me and eiht about to go
I know there's chickens for days
You best to bring your ben franklins
But never will we pay to play
It's more the other way around cause nowadays that's how it goes
So grab the rest of your girls and let me put a lock on this door
We gon' to be doin this all night or release till we run outta smoke
But see that shit will never happen so just prepare to get stroked
Cause the way we like to do don't get no better than this
Mission one is now done, hop in the beamer with slip
So while the players are still hating, trying to ruin the game
You'll see eiht and hight t travelling plane to plane
[eiht]
I can't fuck with a proper bitch
Cause she wants me to save her
I can't flow
I'd rather fuck with a hoodrat
Cause the bitch is much cheaper, so here we roll
Geah
One two one two
Geah
One two one two
Check it out
One two one two
Geah
When I gotta
Rolls royce for the bitches that want up in it
With a black super sport next to a 5 hundred benz
Ends out the anus making 'em famous
Racketeerin now I'm flippin while I'm tipping and taking trips 'cross the border
Under cover watch my ki's keep jinglin'
Got the page from my nigga h.b. he's bringin
Top dollar bitches, who got love to give
Ain't no time for playing games, get down like you live
We might spend a little ends tonight, so get it cracking (geah)
No time for masquerades, boom bam pull down the shades can we hurry
I got a little business at 9
Quickly I slides out
To the next hide out
Underground tunnels
Can't see me on top
You know my little senorita
I roll for the drop
Keeps me paid
Cause ain't nuthin' changed but the weather
No sneak attacks she's strapped with the beretta
Whatever y'all bounces and whatever y'all ounce is whatever you need
We deliver with speed
I can't fuck with a proper bitch (geah)
Cause she wants me to save her
I can't flow
I'd rather fuck with a hoodrat
Cause the bitch is much cheaper
So here we go, uh
Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch
By any means do anything to keep us rich
She hops on the plane for the return trips
In and out, back and forth just to stack my chips
I said...
Nobody knows my name, who's in the limos?
Tinted windows, fuck toss in the demos
Wrong one son, heavy weights the rap
And if you can't start with a hundred best beware for the cap
Keep it moving and guns keep tucked up in the coat
Judge dredd and the feds on my back when I float
Gots my little senorita on my way to the shop
I'm on my way back to the west to plea no contest
False arrest
But y'all know how o.j. did it (geah)
Cost about 2 million get me straight acquitted
D.a. on the payroll, two steps ahead
Keeps a smile on my face, you in a ? powder? of red
Best bring my cash and don't be late
My senorita with your product get it straight upstate
Locked down
Got a gang of stories for my celly
Return trips with chips strapped to her belly
Meet her at the telly, collect my fee
While your counting from the pen, I'll hit y'all up at 3
I said
Me and my bitch, me and my bitch
By any means, do anything to keep us ritch
She hops on the plane for the return trips
In and out, back and forth just to stacks my chips
I can't fuck with a proper bitch
Cause she wants us to save her
I can't flow
We'd rather fuck with the greedy bitches
Cause they outs to get paper
So here we go...
Uh, half ounce one time (hello!)
Check it out
Half ounce one time
Geah
Jig a geah
Nigga, geah
Check, geah
Nigga, geah
Uh, c'mon...
I'm sittin' here trippin', mind playin' tricks
Tryin' to make it hot while rubbin two sticks
Anyboby killa, several conflicts
Dead on arrival, the message is survival
Only the strong get it on
I do my creepin' nightly, nigga, with the chrome
Last place niggas get caught up first
I ain't satisfied, so I follow the hearse
Check the verse
Situation end up worse
As I release the heat on my ? label? that's cursed
Back up, bitch, my shit spits down
4-5 fully auto, never down
Wanna dance with the evil in the pale moon light?
Didn't know that I blast anything on sight?
Murder at night, side-busters best take flight
As they dead bodies covered in the sheets that's white
I'm a lunatic
Geah
When I bust the strap everybody...
I'm a lunatic
Geah
Your days is done
When I bust the gun
Everybody better run
I'm dreamin' more nightmares when I sleep
My steez, a nigga like me n 2 deep
Creep with me as I invade your mind
Be a killa with me as I pass the nine
Don't be a weak muthafucka, get your brain on strap
Hit the blunt one more time 'fore we hit the gat
Got to dis 'em, food on my plate, blood on my hands
Lesson number one if you plan for grands
Follow my lead as we enter the place
Shoot anything that move and aim for the face
Race against the clock, a minute to ten
Good time, everybody's tied down in the den
Listen, a killa for hire, expert
Don't talk, only point out of work
Smart move, nigga, ready to skirt
Ain't no jam, prepare yourself, cause this might hurt
I'm a lunatic
When I grab the gun
Everybody better run
Cause your days is done
I'm a lunatic
When I bust the strap
Peel a cap
Everybody adapt
I'm a lunatic
Better run
When I bust the gun
Your days is done
I'm a lunatic
When I enter your home
I bust the chrome
Geah
Y'all best back on up, I act up
The blood that you spill just like a cracked cup
Your attitude, kill it, mines they wanna steal it
Bitches, y'all can feel it, any caps, I peel it
Warning, killin' niggas, strike in morn'
And stay around the crime scene till the cops start swarmin
Smile in your face while I mess with the case
Through the streets a fast race while your boys gettin' chased
No mace, only shootin' gats with slugs
Directed straight at the mug tryin' to kill this thug
I work that thing on my back, so I blast back
But that's the quick instict of how a killa react
The straight aim I possess is what they lack
Droppin'em one by one with a 80 mac
Chips I stack, muthafuckas need to quit
I bang for life and y'all can't handle the shit
I'm a lunatic
I enter your home
Release the chrome
Straight for your dome
I'm a lunatic
Your day is done
I pops the gun
You're best to run
I'm a lunatic
Enter your home
Release the chrome
Straight for your dome
I'm a lunatic
You're best to run
I bust the gun
You're best to run
You're best to run, run
Geah
Hoo-bang one time, nigga
Geah, c'mon
Lunatic, get'em
Geah
Geah
For the y2g
Hoo-bangin' gangstas
Hoo-bangin' affiliates
Hoo-bangin' official, nigga
Geah
Luna...
Geah
Luna - tic, c'mon
[eiht]
Lil' hawk & bird in the house (geah)
Niggas on the run in the house (right)
Da foe in the house (that's right)
My nigga d.t. in the house (ain't nuthin' but clownin', geah baby)
The eihthype thugs in the house
Ain't nuthin but clownin, y'know I'm sayin'?
And this goin' out to all them thug niggas worldwide, y'know I'm sayin'?
Geah
Check it out
Here goes another gang tale from that street smart cat
First lesson: don't be slippin' without your gat
Cause out here they be trippin' on all kinds of shit
From the colors to the way that you hit your switch
Don't be a soft-ass nigga
Just belong to the gang of your choice with your hand on your trigga
Now represent like you got no fuckin' sense at all
On every corner that is clear, hit your name on the wall (geah - hey)
Jump in the back seat, we on a hoo-ride
Reminiscin' about my muthafuckin homies that died
I lay back and close my eyes and wonder
How many muthafuckin' niggas the hood gon' take under (geah)
But it's a fact; that these niggas be slippin'
Gon' get caught up with the muthafuckin mac
But it's all good, doing dirt, puttin' in work
I got love 4 tha hood
Come on
Uh, geah, geah, c'mon
We got love for our hood
(throw your hands in the air)
Do you got love 4 your hood? geah c'mon
(throw your shit in the air like you just don't care)
Can't wait to hit the gate at 3 p.m.
A 159 killers I'm ready to kick it with them
Let my rag hang slightly out the button hole
I'm ready to stack chips higher than a totem pole
Geah, I hopes this gang shit don't ever cease
Duckin' and dodgin' from the school police
To the west, we got power, one time's scary
Hoodrats by the dozen, everybody's cousin
Caviar selling's how we handle our biz
Drive-by shooting's just the way that it is
Cavi in the bushes, straps in a stash
Liquor store run, somebody better make a dash
Living that life on the edge ain't nuthin (uh get'em)
You best not wanna be startin' something
But geah, it's all good, doin dirt, puttin' in work
I got love for the hood, come on
Geah (hey)
Who got love for their hood?
You got love for your love?
Cause we got love for our hood...
[da foe]
I grabs my strap and represent tha fuckin b.g. local loc's
We doin' more dirt, puttin' in work
I walks around like compton owes me something
Tote gats in the back of my lac, fool, I be dumpin
16 years young and I'm the maker
Hittin' you - up like a pager you gets played like sega
Only real g's come from the west
So ? ? ? ? ? like a doctor I proceeds to stitch your chest
Prrrraaa... how you like 'em know, we mad deep
Like t.l.c. I creep through your hood and put you to sleep
Let's make it clearly understood
Like niggas ? can damn? o.g.'s in the pen and we runnin' the hood
Shit, your better be raisin up
Cause foe gon' pull inside my back
Your block will get tore up with this mac (10)
Open your eyes and see (yeah)
Cause we got love for the muthafuckin' hood, yeah
We got love for our hood
Do you got love for your hood?
I said da foe's in the house, nigga
I said da foe's in the house
We got love for our hood
Do you got love for your hood?
Da foe's in the house
True blue thugs from the muthafuckin streets
Compton sewed up from the muthafuckin top to the bottom
Nigga, you want thug niggas we got 'em
You want hoe bitches we got 'em
Uh cluck-heads, uh
Punk one-time, geah
Skanless-ass niggas, geah
Mark-ass fools uh
And coward-ass bustas
Geah, geah, my nigga Muggs in the house
Who keeps you humpin'?
Eihthype keeps you thumpin', always into somethin'
Westside got it going on, Westside got it going on
Who creeps in smooth with moves like Gotti
Trips to make grips and back to the party
Million dollar holler with the Jazzy Belles
97 makes moves with the freaky tales
Hold up, stop the presses
Floats to the club, show me love in little short dresses
From 8 at night till 6 in the morn'
Intend to get naked, try to put me on
Tick, tock, it don't stop, clock keeps tickin'
Pour one more and wait for the liquor to kick in
Lookin' suspicious 'cause you don't know the game plan
To the V.I.P., you peeps the G-span
Naughty as I wanna be, so check it
Drama to the women, I perfected to get naked
2 shots of the V.S.O.P. Remy
Converstions as I tugs on your bikini
Got to get it 'cause I've never had
Takes the party back to my pad, color me bad
Oops, I swoops up in the Coupe
One more pussy to loop, I'm knockin' the boots, geah
Who got you humpin'?
Eihthype's always bumpin'
Always into somethin', geah
Westside's got it goin' on
Number one desperado, packin' the hollows
In a nice tight suit with Christy to swallow
Who's the role model? Bitch, butt naked on the boat
'Cross the lake, we skate with the heavy weights
Can you feel me? Surfs all night, be rich
500 super sport, low-low's hittin' the switch
Gots long dough, fo' sho', cops paid by the month
Weekly in the club, gots ho's to hunt
Gets mine, nose to the grind, makes cheese
Ain't never seen clean niggas like these
Still gots the connects, pulls China White from Muggs
Rolex, more sex by the Compton thugs
Senoritas and Peso's for the Amigos
Wherever the wind blows you're sure to see those
Heavyweight hustlers that got the cream
Chronic, snaps and bitches, the American Dream, geah
Who got you humpin'?
Eihthype's always bumpin'
Always into somethin'
Westside's got it goin' on
Who got you humpin'?
Eihthype's always bumpin'
Always into somethin'
Westside's got it goin' on
Makes me wanna throw my hands up
And holler, it all seems like a dream, how we gettin the cream
And still in Impalas, c'mon, if you gots the time, then I gots the time
Best not be that bitch, dropped dime
Stops my money flow, brings my money, hoe
Out the door, watch the pimp with the gangsta limp
Limo rides, Westside, I keep it crackin'
Thousand dollar suits while the Gators keep snappin'
Bird flies in, top dollar bitches to stab
Sets up nice on boom, bam ab, makes me laugh sometimes
Fine bitches and money makes me do the cha-cha, ooh, la, la
'Cross the board, money to spend, open the door, bitch, get in
Who got you humpin'?
Eihthype's always bumpin'
Always into somethin'
Westside's got it goin' on
Who got you humpin'?
Eihthype's always bumpin'
Always into somethin'
Westside's got it goin' on
Who got you humpin'?
Eihthype's always bumpin'
Always into somethin'
Westside's got it goin' on
Who got you humpin'?
Eihthype's always bumpin'
Always into somethin'
Westside's got it goin' on
Who got you humpin'?
Eihthype's always bumpin'
My nigga Muggs one time, c'mon, geah
Ya know how we do, ya know how we do
Come on, down like you live, get down like you live
Geah
We in the muthafuckin house for the 94
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
Geah
Mc eiht and dj slip in the muthafuckin house
Uh, compton in the house, nigga
Compton in the house, fool
Compton in the house, bitch
Geah
You can nail me to the muthafuckin wall
You can bust me in the head with gatz
But punk ass nigga I'll be back, geah
You fucked up when you tried to blast on this trigger
Nigga then you smoke my ass with the
Fuckin blood runnin down my back
I pull the muthafuckin strap on the sneak attack, uh
Load the hollow points into the hot glock
Got my eyes on the crib at the end of the block
Don't give a fuck who's inside
His little sis' caught the fuckin slug so I jumps in the g-ride
Feelin cold as I look at the murder metal
Hear the sirens so I hit the mutherfuckin pedal
Tyres got to spinnin, I can see the smoke
Could barely catch my breath as I start to choke
Off the blood, from the 38 slug that was planted in my back
Damn that was wack
Dip through the back streets so I can slide out
The g-ride to my homie chills to hide out
Dump the mutherfuckin glock, it was dirt'
Bammed on my nigga door, damn chill heard me
He opened up the door and I fell straight in
Passed out for a second cause I lost my wind
Woke up to hear the mutherfuckin breed and chill looked up and said:
"damn eiht you bleedin!"
Niggas they pulled the fuckin sneak attack
Fucked around and caught 2 to the fuckin back, geah
Niggas was buckin tried to put me down
Some punk muthafuckas from across town, uh
You won't be chalkin up one for your sorry set
Ain't dead yet
Just label me a deadly threat
Get boom bam on the mutherfuckin phone
Get the 19 shot cause nigga it's on
I know the spot where them punk niggas chill
Hit their hood with the big black steel
I do it my way like m.j.
Slam dunk these hollow points in you, punk
No time to think about it twice
Leave these muthafuckas in traps and scatter like fuckin mice
Boom bam meet me at the spot, I'm shot
I don't give a fuck they gon' get got
One time's on my dick, fuck it
Jump out, run through the alley to the bucket
Now the bullet starts to travel, I'm cold, I shiver
But fuck it like the mail man I'll deliver
I hoppes out the bucket and I'm bleedin bad
But fuck it don't sweat it cause I'm too damn mad
Don't give a damn of who's in the line of fire
Grabbed the 'k and kneeled down by the tyre
They bust at me and I bust back
Boom bam bring up the rear with the fuckin mac
I buck one in the chest he start to beg
"let me live"
I slipped, caught one in the leg
My nigga bam let the mutherfuckin mac spit
Here comes tha chill over the fence, fuck this shit!
I grabbed the 'k and kicked in the front door
90 rounds spittin as I catch 2 more
But I don't give a fuck about these
Mark-ass niggas, we'll go out like g's
Come on
Compton in the house, nigga
Compton in the house, fool
Compton in the house, geah
Compton in the house, bitch
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
For the 94, geah
My nigga slip in the muthafuckin house
Half ounce in the house
Niggas on the run in the muthafuckin house
yeah
for the millenium
yeah yeah
thug shit geah geah yeah huh
fuck this shit nigga i smoked weeed
got nasty on on my sista geeed
yeah huh
fucked huh in tha ass
cause this is how the gangstas play
fucking bitches in the corn hole aww day
lex steel can size to this cock
cause i gettin the money today
watch out 12" lex you gonna get socked
and then tossed up by eminem with a 6"
little ho as yoda wanna be bitch
chorus:
this iz how the gangstas play,
how folk niggas gettin money today?
if you are say fuck yeah yo.
hala back yal,
back up yal "huh"
cause this iz how the gangstas play
Geah
Thug shit, check this out
Compton, geah
I don't think they heard me on this one
I said: compton, nigga!
That's how we doin it
Regulating for all the gangstas
West side, nigga, hoo-bangin' gangstas, you know I'm sayin'
Check this out
I said I dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline
Comtpon, where we from, nigga?
Compton, all day, nigga
We gon' start it like this
Check this out
Way back 4-4's seven years in the pen
.38 with wooden handles and a fifth with gin
Let me begin, before the days of committin sins
I was a lil' knucklehead getting courted in
Till I die c.p.t., y'all can't budge me
Kill a nigga for the neighborhood, can't judge me
I'm lettin' the fire spit, y'all fools catchin' some slugs
I regulate, servin' you way that straight thug
You know if you're slippin' you get laid up in the mud
Take over your spot, pushin' china white and bud
The devious, the mind blowin', the over-throwin
Christmas everyday in the hood, I keep it snowin
It's hot like that where I'm from
You bitches tryin to test, you meet the m-1
From sun up, nigga, to sun down
I pull out, your gat go down
Bitches, I run town, what up?
Geah
I said I dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline...
Y'all start runnin' and screamin' and pushin'
And yellin' and slippin' and duckin'
When you see the tec-9 buckin'
Stagger them motherfuckers, make em wish they hid
Spittin, call me the ghetto fuckin' billy the kid
You be layin on your back tryin' to catch yo' breath
Life starts to flash, now you're nearing death
What's left, bitch? you see the glock starts tickin'
Die, as I blast one more you stop kickin'
Flee the scene to my next to akin
Call back to the house, so they fly in ends
Just made a real close trip to the pen
And in another town I start the same trend
I sets up shot 'cause your ass is done
Hoo-bang all day, my uzi weighs a ton
Ain't no fun if you don't want none
Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, you're numb
C'mon, geah
Chorus...
My mind got me caught in a twist, I can't cope
I reminisce on the days in the hood slangin' dope
Certain territories yo' ass couldn't float
And if you caught slippin', then fool, that's all she wrote
I like the life while dippin' blocks with heats
I'm ready in a second to stop yo' heartbeat
Fuckin' around in the hood, smokin' with hoes
Violators hit the blocks, we hittin' the floors
Y'all ain't caught us slippin', only wasted your ammo
We dips back through, dumps with the 4-4
Hollows come out the dark chamber
Express my anger, never run from danger
Servin mo' yayo, dash from the ranger
Die by the hand of the unknown stranger
My position is stick, situation is thick
I ride with real muthafuckas and hit licks
The compton lunatic, way too sick
Conflict you pick, hear the 9 click, c'mon
Chorus...
Geah
Comtpon gangsters all day
Hoo-bangin' affiliates
Geah
Cmw one time, c'mon
Half ounce
Millenium money
Geah
[eiht]
Who wanna ride with me and make some money-money?
One-times is hot on my trails, ain't shit funny
My mind state: we can get the cash
Kick in the back door, some punk ass and smash
You wit' me? you can have paper to floss
You can ride around the town, play the big boss
Lil' niggas dying to be on yo' team
Everybody looking your way, you got cream
No fucking tattle tales, trips to jail
Have a all-around trip like back with mail
Hell, it feels good still, dips the hood
Compton, long beach, watts and inglewood
Hoes, holler back if you like the mack
Of the west walkin' nigga who ready for contact
You slide with yo' homie if you love the town
Ruffnecks and fly girls keep holding it down
Geah
Chorus..
All around the hood we go
[boom bam]
You wanna take a trip? then come visit california
And roll with me through the hood on daytonas
I take you to my kick-it spots
Where all the homies got they glock cocked ready to pop
That's how we do it over here, what's happ'nin?
We drink beers, smoke guns and play mackin'
Well, it's the same old bullshit in every ghetto
But niggas in my hood don't listen to heavy metal
Just that real deal hard knock life shit
Only smoke the greenery, never that white shit
Who said my nigga binky mack ain't got tracks? (who? )
Who said compton's most wanted don't pack straps? (who? )
Me and eiht 'bout to show you fools where is at
Talkin smack to your bitches behind our backs
But life goes on in the neighborhood
It's all bad, ain't a damn thang all good
Chorus...
[eiht]
Lifestyles of a ghetto star in a ghetto car
Ghetto nigga for life, always up to par
Meet me at the spot if y'all smokin'
Party at the hood house, no jockin'
Same shit, different day, one lesson
Hoes'll set your ass up, so packs the smith & wesson
Same story on my block, what about yours?
Girls get down like they live, sometimes the blood pours
Geah
Chorus...
Once again
I said it before
Half ounce
Millenium money
[o dawg from menace ii society]
"oh nigga guess what!
Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!
I know where they be kickin it at
Down with a 187? "
[eiht]
Eeerrr...
Geah
Geah
In the muthafuckin house, fool
For the 9 to the fizive-o
The eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house
Geah
And like my nigga e-40 say:
We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here
Tha eihthype thugs
C.m.w.
N.o.t.r.
Lil hawk & bird
Da foe
I'ma hit you up with the t, so better scoot
Out the sunroof of the coupe as I shoot
And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin
Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin
We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip
Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip
Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin
When the 9 mill starts unloadin
You better be watchin what you sayin
Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin
Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block
Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier
Don't wanna catch the slug
But you's a mark tryin to be a tree top thug
Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this
Report your homies for domestic violence
For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block
Dash, david gash, i'ma tap that ass
[o dawg from menace ii society]
"now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em
Shit it ain't that hard"
[eiht]
I'ma tell you 'bout the time that we first met
The story that you told was some fake bullshit
It was me and chill my pal
The scene was like the showdown at the o.k. coral
It was you and then about five of y'all hangin
Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin
(ain't nuthin but marks)
Approached me with your "p" hat
But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that
But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate
But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate
I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin
Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin
David blake: you fake as fuck!
I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck
I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me
Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini
Oh geah, just like I said before
Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick
Little trick named quik
Geah, quick to get fucked one time
You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine
And nigga, checks this
Fill your lexus full of holes as you slam into poles
Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and
I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park
(you know where we from)
Can't fade it, better fear it
Got one of your little b.g.'s to write your fuckin lyrics
Playin around with the hood you get got
Nick name should be spot for that eye you got
You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap
My nigga boom bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap
No muthafuckin truce
Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce
Don't make me have to act up
Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up
Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake
'member one-time gaffled, nationwide blue tape
Original compton representin to the t
Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's
Go run right through you
And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you
Slick talkin, fast walkin
Nigga, how'd you figure that the e wasn't gon' stand and deliver?
You ain't worth a penny
Never had a damn eye, dotted so many
Times, two times, three times
You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'
And if you wanna get with this you best to dash
Geah, cause i'ma tap that ass
West side
Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas
Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?
I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass
9 to the fizive-0, fool
You can't fuck with these killas
So stay the fuck back
And rounds up your little homies and shit
Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga
True blue from the streets
You also have no lyrics nor mention of Streiht up Menace so here I am hooking you up!!
Wake yo punk ass up for the 93 shot
MC Eihts in the mothafuckin house
Geah
And it ain't nothin but a compton thing y'all
And we ain't nuthin but niggas on the run
And this goes out to my niggas
Geah
A fucked-up childhood is why the way I am
It's got me in the state where I don't give a damn, hmmm
Somebody help me
But naw they don't hear me though
I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto
Ain't no escaping cause I'm way too young
Pops is dealin'
And on top of that got moms sprung
Scheming of the top
Pops never figured
That he'd go down by the hands of another nigga
Now my pops is gone & that ain't no good
Gotta follow in the footsteps of the homies from the hood
And where's the role model?
Niggas putting brew
In my fuckin baby bottle, damn
And through all the mothafuckin' pain
They done drove my Mom's insane
So I guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished
I'll grow up to be a streiht up menace, geah
uh
c'mon yall
streiht up menace
Now I'm of age
And living in the projects
Gettin' paid off the clucks and the county checks
I'm finally fresh outta High School
Never did I wonder
That the mothafuckin hood would take me under
Geah, I'm kickin' it with the homies and they got the straps
Off to the corner store owned by the fuckin ____
See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with a mack
Astro van, pulls a mothafuckin jack from the back
Now he's got the strap to my homies head
See I'm playin the shit cool and don't be a fool
He shot my nigga in the fuckin head
I caught one in the shoulder if I didn't run I was dead
Now I'm laying in the hospital bed
Thinkin' about them punk mothafuckas and my eyes is bloodshot red
Geah, mothafuckasI ain't finished
Be on the lookout for the streiht up menace, geah
Uh
What's up ya'll
Streiht up menace
Damn
Really
Really
Streiht up menace
Damn
I'm in too deep
I done killed the mothafucka and I just can't sleep
One Time's tryin' to do a smooth - creep
And on top of that
Niggas after me for fuckin one of they hoodrats
I ain't got time for the fuckin bitches story
Niggas want me got to come to my territory
And ain't no you can get out this
Niggas come and they get done on their own risk
What is it all about?
Should I leave or should I stay? Cause I don't wanna punk out
Or what should I do?
The homies say the hood
Where it's good homeboy I thought you knew
So in the process to show the hood my best
No time to react caught 2 in the chest
Now look who's down I guess I'm finished
I go out like a streiht up menace, geah
Uh
C'mon yall
Streiht up menace
Damn
And on that note
I guess we out of here
Peace to my niggas on the run
And we ain't nothin but streiht up menaces
Damn
Just like I said before y'all it ain't nothin but a Compton thing
And MC Eihts in the house for the 93 shot and this one's for the niggas
Geah
Geah
In the house
(come on)
In the muthafuckin house
(in the muthafuckin house)
The viii hype thugs
(geah)
Geah
(stick em)
(ain't nuthin to it
But to do it)
[ verse 1 ]
Call it what you want, but I need some ends (some ends)
Cause without no ends, you gots no fuckin friends (no friends)
Tired of pacin the damn flo' in wholly sweat socks
Graduated from the fuckin school of hard knocks
Moms used to kick me down with some loose change
First summer when I start tryin to gangbang
Everythang I was sportin was the color blue
(geah) gave a mad fuck who I threw it up to (come on)
Dip through, and you gon' get put on yo back
159 gees strapped with macs (that's right)
Now let me down this st. ides, cause it's all good
Another experience when you're growin up in the hood
I'm givin a fuck about school, a damn about moms
Droppin plenty of bombs while passin car alarms (that's right)
I got this glock cocked ready, and i'ma shoot it
(ready and i'ma shoot it) ain't nuthin to it
(come on)
Ain't nuthin to it
But to do it
But to do it
But to do it
Ain't nuthin to it
But to do it
[ verse 2 ]
Moms kicked me out at the age of 15
Cause she ain't havin this (ah-ah), her son a street pharmacist
Had them clucks hoppin faster than jumpin jacks
1st and 15th tryin to get off them 50 packs (wassup? !)
Hop my spot on the corner, "what you need? "
Got my fuckin clientele, yes indeed (yes indeed)
I play it off like I'm in school, at the bus stop
Slingin this muthafuckin cavy to your moms and pops
I stacks my chips and dips
All around the neighborhood flossin, hoodrats I'm tossin
The park rolls too tough
Not givin a fuck about 'don't do drugs' and that dog mcgruff
(ha-ha) my 50s turn to c's
And pretty soon my c's turn to big-ass ki's (come on, ugh)
Geah, baby, you know how we do it
(that's right) ain't nuthin to it
Somebody say
Ain't nuthin to it
But to do it
But to do it
But to do it
I said
Ain't nuthin to it
But to do it
(who in the house? )
Viii hype in the house
(that's right, come on)
Ain't nuthin to it
But to do it
But to do it
But to do it
Ain't nuthin to it
But to do it
[ verse 3 ]
We go out for the dollar bill (bill)
Niggas that kill (kill), tryin to be loc like sugarhill
Our shit's on tight, better yet late night hype
Keep your shit on cool before you say goodnight
For good (geah)
Ain't no fuckin with the notorious hood
Ain't never hesitant
To clock them fuckin dead presidents
We got connections from east to the westside
Illegal runners who drops in a g ride (run, run, run)
Packs and stacks of fat grips
Nationwide service as we as we send em little bitches on trips
(that's right) ain't a damn thing funny (ah-ah)
Like I say again, it's all for the money (it's all for the money)
So listen how the ego's strive
Ain't no dolly parton, fuck workin 9 to 5
(workin) ain't nuthin to it
(geah, fool) but to do it
Geah
And that's how it's goin down in the 9 to the 6
With a bag of tricks for that bitch-ass
Geah, uknowmsayin?
So take a journey to the hub, uknowmsayin?
And you'll experience a new thang
Dealin with the hub city players, uknowmsayin
The westside, uknowmsayin?
Give it up for prices that niggas just got to fuck wiht
Tryina get it, uknowmsayin, that pro shit
Viii hype thugsters in the house
Somebody take me out
Geah
Ain't nuthin to it
But to do it
But to do it
But to do it
Ain't nuthin to it
But to do it
(but to do it
But to do it)
You wanna make money?
Nuthin to it, nuthin to it, nuthin to it
Play on your honey?
Nuthin to it, nuthin to it, nuthin to it
Smoke some bud'?
Nuthin to it, nuthin to it, nuthin to it
Be a viii hype thug...
Geah
Some of that thug shit
Hoo-bangin' gangstas in the house
Representin' for the west
Compton one time
Check this out, uh
Geah
Hoo-bangin' in the house
We gon' do it like this
Compton in the house
For all the thug niggas out there
Life ain't nuthin' but money and hot nines
Crooked hoes, keepin hid from one...
Check me out
Somebody help me out the ghetto
Cause there's some things I just can't let go, uh
My mind takes a twirl
Lord, I try to cope with it, but I scream: fucks the world!
Young nigga with dreams of schemes for the cash
But then awaken to the sounds of late nite gun blasts
My moms told my ass: hit the floor!
Before the hot ones echo through the window
Damn, why the fuck it's - my block
Graffiti lookin' greedy and niggas who slangin' rock
Fo' sho', I wanna be like that, fuck mike
Unless mike was on the corner with a strap at night
Gettin harrassed by the cops cause he's tryin' to make some dough
So he can push up from a caddy and dumps the pinto
So everybody in the hood can cops the lleyo
And I can collects the cash flow
Chrous:
Life ain't nuthin' but money and hot nines
Crooked hoes, keepin hid from one-time
You got your strap uh, I got mine
Takin you back to the time of '89
Pops sendin money in lines from out of state
But too late, I'm on the corner now way past eight
Better they be on the look out for dark head lights
Or get caught up in a twist of a long kiss goodnight
Love the days of gettin paid with the cavi I clock
When I roam the hard knocks are the court down block
Turnin tide, now you bitch niggas wanna trip
With a year-old cutlass and a bag full of grips
Still dips the hood, stay true is what they tell me
Fuck you bitch-ass niggas, know the nina never fail me
Lord, forgive me cause sometimes I can't deal
With the pressures from the hood where the mentality to kill
Protects me and my kids next, that's real
Jealous-ass bitches cause y'all gots no skrill
Time will reveal
I be damned if I let y'all niggas stop my next meal
Chorus...
Now I sits in late nite spots and clock chips
With a bag of chips eatin loaded up extra clips
Watch out for the knock at the do'
Throw your money through the mail and pick up the damn blow
Quickly now, don't let the po-po show
Or I'm hitted to the spot where the moon don't blow
Life's a bitch, life's not a dance
Life's too short for my ass to try to chance
Last place niggas get caught for the fuckin dollars
Have your ass on g.r. while I dip impalas
Blue-collar niggas sellin to white-collar fools
But I don't givin a fuck, y'all know cash rules
Pay ya dues, stay true to the street
Get your money, man, fo' sho' packs my heat
Told by the g'z that talk is cheap
But y'all know since the days I'm in too deep
C'mon
Chorus...
Hoo-bangin' in the house, c'mon
You know the fuck we regulate
For all the thug niggas out there
Thug niggas on the block
Compton to the fullest
Hoo-bangin' till I die, nigga
Check this out
Chorus...
Geah
Compton
Geah
Hoo-bangin' to the fullest
Geah
In the house for the 94 shot
Eihthype in the house, uh
Half ounce in the house
Compton bomb, compton bomb
Geah
West side nigga
You know what's happenin'
Get ready for the funky ass shit
>from the muthafucka that just don't quit
Guarantee the rag top the trunks on the bitches
Makin' niggas lock up they low-rider switches uh
Step aside as I bail on my ride
Too close on my jock get bucked with the glock
The whole world turns as I bail in the room
Niggas prepare to get slapped with the boom
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Got more sacks than my man richard d
Can't get it nowhere for the west fool
Fuck around with the stress and that ain't cool
You can't handle my shit when it's smokin'
One mo' big ass hittin' and start choking
You can't handle this son so pass it quick
Damn I'm starting to see your mind playing tricks
Geah homie say it's much, too much
Just say you can't touch
The compton bomb
Compton bomb, the compton bomb...
The bomb'ton-ass shit is back on your block
Them niggas my team and we packin' much green
So come with your ten bucks and I'll see you
Cruisin' around the corner got the fuckin' sensimilla
Come and get it from eiht, bam and chill
The niggas with the real deal that kill
Dishin' it out like a muthafuckin' waitress
I come up you stay down and you hate this
Fools come from all around to get their dough
Shit, 5.0 can't stop cause it's legit
Every hood to block to street to park
We be floatin' off the shit that's ? ? ? ? ?
And ain't no stopping the float through the compton streets
Where you don't work muthafucka yeah you don't eat
One more come-up I can't stop
Better get down cause they shoots about to pop
Geah I got the 24 hour service
Got the one time's in my city kinda nervous
Geah, I got the money and the power
Makin' a g every hour cause we servin' that...
Compton bomb, the comtpon bomb...
Damn you can't fuck with it
Put it - down
Fuck with the stress you clown
The niggas with the chronic shit is back on the scene
I'm hearin' sayin' e's got the mean joe green
Only the west side fools supplies the bomb
Hitting your ass like a sawed-off pump
Even ? ? dip in they save-in's
They come to get to ? ? ? ? ? ? in special occasions
The bust that'll last long not a quicky
You know it's on when the shit looks sticky
So come get the bomb from the eiht, chill and bam
Damn - your shit is sorrier than the rams
Grabs shit gets no clientele
The backward boogie just won't fucking sale
Geah, I got to shoot that off, fall up your block
24-7 i'ma cluck cluck cluck off the...
Compton bomb, the compton bomb
Geah
We got that bomb shit nigga
Yo' I'm sayin'
Half ounce in the muthafuckin' house
Geah
We gots tha bomb, eihthype's the bomb
Bam's the bomb
Chill's the bomb
Slip's the bomb
Ric's the bomb
Lil' hawk & bird
Bird's the bomb
We's got the bomb nigga uh
Comp' got the bomb nigga uh
Yo' momma got the bomb nigga
I said we got the bomb nigga
Yo' momma yo' momma uh
Yo' mum's the bomb, nigga
Yo' mum's the bomb, nigga
Yo' mum's the bomb, nigga
Compton bomb geah
In the house for the 94 shot nigga
Eihthype in the muthafuckin' house geah
And we outta here
[eiht]
(don't fuck around...)
Geah
In the mutherfuckin house
To the 9 to the 6
Compton in this bitch, uh
And we in this muthafucka lookin' too greedy
This goin' out to all the hub city players baby
Check it out
Gang way cause I'm nuthin but a killer
A nigga that kill, that's real
Eiht gon' steal to your
Mutherfuckin jaw
Fuck the southpaw
We go knuckle to knuckle, i'ma watch your ass buckle (geah)
It seems that you talk much trash but i'ma be like rockets
Hard to dump on that ass (pop pop pop)
Niggas lookin' faulty, you done fucked yourself this time
With the notorious 1-59
You goin be feelin kinda nervous when we pass you
Your ride full of holes when we blast you
Got no muthafuckin stripes at all
Go toe to toe with the m.a. and they gon' fall sucker
Better duck ah, i'ma buck ya
Serve you like a clucker, punk muthafucka
You can't hang with the greatest heavy weights
Niggas on the run, lil hawk & bird, da foe and eiht
So fool get your flip on, you're trip on
Better skip on
Before I get my clip on
Geah, bitch, right
And I'm just tryin' to collect my stripes
(don't fuck around...)
Nigga
Eihthype in the house nigga
Young prod in the house nigga
Westside in the house
[young prod]
A east side ridah
Gots to put it down for the goods
I'm slangin'
G'd up, throwin up the hood (gangsta)
The homies got problems
Swerve in an all gold trey, dumpin' (geah)
Leanin' out the window deuce-five, bust
Givin a fuck like ike turner
Corner, one times at the light
In motion
With my big homie on d's (c'mon)
Since it's all about the hood
I'm jumpin out with the heat, peep
Hit that block and stop, I'm in traffic
Breakin with the deuce-five strap
Call me a classic
A b.g. bustin caps for stripes
But now it's drastic
I wish I had a plastic glock
And now we blastin
Muthafucka brains and thangs
Cause I'm a bastard
It ain't nuthin but killin
When you dealin with the evil side
Caps get peeled
And it's still to the g
That's how it is
Collectin' stripes
[eiht]
(don't fuck around...)
Eihthype big baby, geah...
And ain't nuthin but the killers in here
Like I said once again my friend
Niggas in this muthafucka lookin' too greedy
Geah, watts up rat big baby
We in the muthafuckin house, geah
Punk mutherfuckers wanna act up
How can you speak when you got no fuckin back up?
I guess we got bitch niggas in the c.p.t.
Tryin to represent but ain't worth nine cent
Niggas need to get cut down to size
Puttin permanent marks under they mutherfuckin eyes
To be or not to be killed is the question
When I lay slugs in they muthafuckin chest and
You lookin silly - billy
Don't hit that high note
As I slit your throat
Can't stand it, goddamnit!
I'ma ram it
Any time, any place like janet
I'ma serve you like flow and mel's diner
Then break your fragile-ass like some china
Knick knack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
Scaredy cats need to get that ass on
We rolls heads like bowling balls
Serve your block with the glock like house calls (geah)
So don't be fuckin with the crew when I'm buzzed
Geah, right and I'm just tryin to collect my stripes
Nigga, uh
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
Like I said once again my friend
It ain't over till the fat bitch spit
And she ain't spittin shit
Cause we ain't spittin' shit but the nina
To the mutherfuckin six, y'know I'm sayin?
Fuck all you fake-ass fools out there
Cause we ain't nuthin but the true blue gangstas
From the hub city y'know I'm sayin?
West side hoo-ride all day
Nigga and we don't play
Gyeah
Gyeah
We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods
These real cpt g's please show no love
Compton
Compton
In this bitch
Somebody told me
Mc eiht is back with that thug shit
Compton
Check it out
[ verse 1 ]
My mindstate too late it's been gone
Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong
I hustle all day to the fuckin break of dawn
Sendin niggas' bodies to hell like sadam
Appetite for destruction corruption
To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin
Always into something you heard of me
Killer for reala my nigga another tragedy
Pops in the clip and slips the automatic
Anybody killer I gat it stay tatted
Fucks them high class I like em hoodratted
When the shells slide they panic
Nigga straight static
Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy
Defy you mock me you're gettin sloppy
I rolls through goes through such and such
The angel of death meets you time to touch
Mind of a lunatic quick to handle
Sackin muthafuckas like I was john randall
I blows out your spot like a candle
I fucks you up muthafucka like I was rambo
[ verse 2 ]
Easy as it comes I can handle the drama
I bucks givin a fuck and high off marihuana
Sendin your body through some muthafuckin trauma
I can dump the damn body you can scream for mama
Common sense you make your ass hit the fence
Run fast or catch the consequence
My straight aim I got it with confidence
The sticky situation I make it intense
The instigator the muthafuckin regulator
The quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltrator
The violator the muthafucka with heat
Let me see if you can beat it from across the street
I'ma knock your damn noodles cos your talk is cheap
I'm a rockabye nigga cos your ass asleep
I'ma show you the way let these real g's play
Stick and move with the working clock like sugar ray
[ verse 3 ]
Y'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up
Y'all know when the fuckin cash drawer your hands goes up
Close up shop nigga the hood's in town
Hand over the money and don't make a sound
Doomsday no parlay no politickin
We packs up with extra clips and steady dippin
Niggas in black coats with black nines
Dig into your body and catch the flatline
Your mama cry over your body at funeral time
Gang related one-time reported the usual signs
Hot crimes killin who dropped dimes
Smokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes
Y'all know the time it's now the pow-wow
The big payback have a nigga lay down
Anyway you bring it I want it
Gun-totin killin muthafucka from compton's most wanted
Lifestyles of the ghetto foul
Music to driveby in my dash when I style
100% gangsta steady servin
Me and my homie dub-c curb servin
(intro)
Geah
Hoo-bangin in the house c'mon
Geah
Eihthype in the house c'mon
Geah
And I'm representin
Real compton city g's on this one
My nigga [? ? ] in the house
We gon set it off like this
(verse 1)
Y'all niggas wanna toss on me
Throw sum
Get ready for the hot one here it come
Y'all scream like bitches scheme my riches
Too suspicious my glock rocks to your jaw
Nigga just too vicious land of the lost
Who's the boss get tossed have you seen her
My nina, she's catchin a misdemeanor
My rep gets bigger my finger on the trigger
I cocks the hammer back like 'fucks you nigga!'
I let loose shells fly like the [? spruise-goose? ]
Push weight protects mine, much juice
I hoo-bangs with a gang and slangs caine
Fuck what you tryin to get nigga, it's my thang!
[? ? ] cops more white and hit claims
I serves everything from white to mary jane
I'm hittin the one times with a fake last thing
Just to keep my ass on the streets, in the game, it's automatic
(chorus)
I represent the hoodrats and the b.g's
The niggas on the corner whop white to make cheese
If you want some then niggas bring static
It's automatic
(verse 2)
You need to get at me, I'm the g
Locin and provokin dips blocks with cavi
Search a ki' cross the street and smash out
The '63 bounce back to the same route
You fools best get the fuck off my cold tales
Gang tales of how the fuckin dead body smells
Late night horror shows in jail cells
Represent where you from no one to tell
Life ain't nuthin but the hood and snaps
Hoodrats carry work with straps in they laps
Quarter niggas with nicknames play craps
Enemies tryin to cross the front line
Get capped nuthin but escape, uh
Second flat my gat let loose like 'rat-a-tat-tat'
The underground hero guess y'all is back
My custom, my khaki suit and a blue cap, automatic
(chorus)
(verse 3)
I make it difficult for a nigga to find me
Crazy-ass hoo-bangin g's behind me
You're fucked up for that last time fo' sho'
Now you know, two in your door, four to the floor
Any nigga wanna bring it-bring
I guarantee your ass will hear the glock sing
Quick to hit out like [name] the street king
Shells ricochet up your body, ping ping
Eazy don't come to [? ? ] pound
West to the chest
Is the best get-coast
On the contrary I shots down your post
You're gettin next to me, uh, too close
Close down your whole block froze down
Infiltrators end up-no sound
You sorry muthafuckas here's your showdown
Eiht caught a hot one now I'm county-bound, automatic
(chorus)
(outro)
Geah
Eihtype in the house c'mon
Geah
Hoo-bang in the house c'mon
Y'all know how the fuck we do it
Y'all know how the fuck we're livin
Real compton g's
I said them real compton g's
My nigga 'fredwreck' and 'julio g' on the beat
Y'all know how the fuck we do this
Hoo-bangin affiliates till we die nigga
Compton till we rest
You know we're the best
The west (westside)
Yes!
Westside!
Geah
The nigger ho's is back in this muthafucka
Mc Eiht, DJ Slip, Half Ounce, Eihthype
Bitch I'm only out to fuck, get your lips ready to suck
As I go up in you like a mack truck
What's love got to do with this?
Get butt naked as I squeeze on your ass and grab your tits
Shit just call me Mr. King Kong
With my nuts in your mouth while you play ping pong ho'
I start killin' that twat, you start whinin'
Take out the big blow pop and start slimin'
So get ready for the big blacks nigga
Eiht can stick her, it's a winner, tie you over till dinner
Bitch, my shit is beef, fuck
Bacon no fakin, play hard to get and I'm taking
So give that big fat ass a rest
With my shit in your mouth as I sit on your chest
Geah like my homies from D-F-C: you can get the dick!
Bitch, I'm ready to stick
Can I still kill it?
Geah
Uh, what up
And all the ho's in the house, geah
All the ho's in the house, geah
All the ho's in the house, uh
We don't love them ho's, geah
Geah, take off them G-string drawers
So I can start to break down your sugar walls, uh
I'll smack it, flip it, rub it, tap it
Bend over, stick it up a little bit so I can slap it
All over that big fat tail
Making you come faster than the metro rail
Uh, I'm rubbin' your clit, you want me to stick cause you gettin hot
Bend over to the side so I can hit the spot
Bitch throw your legs on top of my shoulder
I kill that mutherfuckin' twat I thought I told you
I thought it was cool pimpin, playin like Michael ????
But the bitch was scandlous like Robin Givens
I guess i just couldn't handle this
Twat that's deeper than Atlantis
Oh geah, pussy so big that I can't even feel it
But fuck it, I'ma still kill it
Geah
And that's how it goes down in the 94
Like my nigga Doggy Dogg say:
We don't love them hoes!
And like my nigga Too $hort say:
I give you a bitch before I give you a joint
And like my nigga Ant Banks say:
Bitch, I'm only out to fuck
Geah
And it's going down like that
Come on y'all, hey
And this how we gon' do it
How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
Ho's get down like you live you know the business
How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
Ho's get down like you live...
Nigga better check yourself before you think about fuckin' with these
Muthafuckas always makin' the cheese
187's for the triggers we squeeze
Fool please, like a bitch
Drop to your knees
Be the bad-ass fool in the game
All the ho's be scream my name
Throwin' that ass, it's a damn shame
Must the game
So a nigga be bringin' the pain
Ho's
Still stand too tall and never fallin'
Player haters perpetrate
Standin' too close because we ballin'
No competition
But they wishin' they could dodge 5-0
Lay back in the cut
Get sucked and fucked
By a gang of hoodrat ho's
Thought you knew
The way we bring it to you it's on the real
From the days of wayback packin' my strap
On the west side of the hill
Always chill with a gang of ho's
Cluck cluck pesos everyday
Be the bomb, show you love
So all the skirts head my way
P-a-i-d, no t-l-c
Hell no, we never beg
Take the dick down your throat
Don't choke and open up them legs
Nuff said
Presidents dead cause you know
That be's the business
Get down like you live cause y'all check it, what what is this
How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
Ho's get down like you live you know the business
How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
Ho's get down like you live you know the business
How you likin' me now, hey
How you likin' me now, uh, geah one two
How you likin' me now, geah, hey, geah
I know the story's all the same
But the names have changed so y'all can peeps my mission
Nigga gone off the weed
Tryin' to feed with speed and take my damn position
Get my buck on, watch a nigga get the fuck on
While he stabbin'
I'm laughin'
My nigga just got his duck on
Lovin' it so it must be right can't be wrong
With a pocket full of stones
Rib bones and greenery, that's blown
Home grown, watch your tone
Homeboy you can't be from round here
Westside 'bout it 'bout it, we blowin' chronic all year
No fear
For all the niggas and bitches in short skirts
Don't fuck around, represent the town, nobody gon' get hurt
More work, birds fly with ease, steady cluckin' cheese, you know?
And y'all can't fuck around cause we dodge from 5-0
If you knew
Then I guess it's your time to straight go
While you layin' in the ground, I creep around and fuck your ho'
I thought you knew
About this time
We gotta get money
I gotta get mine
Chorus...
Come on y'all
Half ounce in the house one time
Come on y'all, hey
X-fact's in the house two times
Come on y'all, hey
Geah
Ain't nothin but killers in this bitch
Check it out
In the muthafuckin house
Nigga
For the 9 to the 6
Ain't nothin but the viii hype thugs
It ain't nothin but the viii hype thugs
It ain't nothin but the viii hype thugs
Geah, nigga
Check it out
[ verse 1: mc eiht ]
Err, as I hit you up
Not givin a fuck
Geah, I know you hate it
Gang affiliated
For niggas trippin, they wanna hang
Punk bitches talk shit, I'm down to bang-bang
The thugs roll too thick
Bangin before hair start to grow on my dick
Fool, you best not be slippin by your lonely
Collectin my stripes, cause b.g. eiht was hungry
Done trapped, eiht spit speedy
In the m.c. we hit your block lookin too greedy
Innocent by-standers in they driveways
Yellow tape, here it comes, no better days
Stripe number one, you bitches ain't feelin me
Bust caps every day, ain't no killin me
So you better run
Cause i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum
[ chorus ]
Set trippin
Them niggas are flippin
Got a gang of guns
So you gots to run(2x)
[ verse 2: mc eiht ]
Straight thuggin it up, and I'm not givin a fuck
Anybody gets bucked (I said buck-buck-buck)
Geah, that's how we do it, straight clownin
9 mill gat I'm packin, keep frownin
Fool, cause it ain't no thang
Fresh chuck t's with the fat-ass strings
You gets my point, khakis saggin
Cause of the gat full of fuckin hollow points
(watch out now) that ass gon' get shot up bad
(that's right) that ass gon' get a shot-up pad
I hope your mama ain't home, I hope your kids ain't 'sleep
Ain't no shame in this muthafuckin damn game
Catch my gang affiliation
And you gon' get hit, sent on a long vacation
Fool, so you better run
Cause i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum
[ chorus ]
Nigga
Mc eiht in the house
Take 2 to your mouth
Boom bam in the house
Take 2 to your mouth
Nigga
[ verse 3: boom bam ]
It's just a handfull of niggas can hang with me
I'ma clean example how this nigga became a gee
At the age of 15 I got tatted up
That's when my punk-ass enemies got gatted up
With the 9mm hittin, spittin in the darkness
So pass me a light, so I can spark this
Blunt, punk, or get slapped upside yo black head
Don't smoke lley, but I crack heads
And for the niggas that don't believe, I gots to show em
That I don't trust a muthafucka far as I can throw him
Viii hype thugs, and we love pumpin em slugs
Up in muthafuckas heads, leavin em for dead
Cause shit is gettin drastic
I had my gat, so I blasted
Now you're wrapped in plastic
And labelled with the toe tag
I bet your bitch-ass won't be comin with no mo' drag
(see ya) so you're best to run
Cause i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum
Word
What the fuck
Geah
The notorious, victorious viii hype thugsters
Comtpon all day
We don't play
(try to deal with it)
[ chorus ]
Geah, we in the muthafuckin house
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house bitch, for the 94
Ain't no love ho, uh
And right about now niggas on the run in the muthafuckin house
Lil hawk'n bird in the muthafuckin house
Half ounce in this bitch, you know I'm sayin'?
And this how we gon' do this for all the compton homies
Niggas back the fuck up and let me get down
Another o.g. from the compton town
Uh, so put yo' gun down, run up fool
And as you procede to run get that with the tool
It's mc eiht so what's up with that?
Ratta-tat-tat from the stolen gat
Uh, my nigga fuckin' hawk & bird got the mac-10
Eihthype quick to do that ass in
Living in the street where we slang that cavi
Fool if you don't know, it's compton - cali
Hood rats tryin' to scheme on my riches
Hit the pussy and dash, fuck you bitches
Gotta watch out for the schemin' cops
Car jacking and macking don't stop
Come back to hit yo' fuckin' block with the tec-9
I'm doin' my dirt cause fool it's hard times, geah
I never leave the pad without the gun
Dip through and kick it with some niggas on the run
They put me down on a lick
On some punk fools across town you can get the dick
Slipped up and fucked around, I seen the goods
Don't mess around with these niggas in the hood
I hit 'em up with that muthafuckin west side
Serve a clock-head for the fuckin' g-ride
You're all alone so now it's on
See the barrel of my chrome, take 2 to your dome, uh
You can't fuck with it fool so don't say nuthin'
Niggas I'm stompin' so I'll keep dumpin'
Don't try to fuck with the eiht - ball
As I chop chop, timber, I'll watch that ass fall
So is that it? I don't think you want no more
Nigga new improved like madden 94
Hut hut fool, so now you gotta punt
As I flick your ass like ashes off my blunt, hard times
Aw shit, you better run when the night fall
Eihthype fuckin' up shit on a murder call
So bail the fuck on before I start taggin'
Khaki's creased up bitch and I'm saggin'
All the way down the chronic row to the mutherfuckin hub
Pocket full of bud
Niggas don't fuck around is what you heard
Back up's brought in by little hawk & bird
Creep in the muthafuckin' home
Put 2 hollow points in your dome then I'm gone
Back out the muthafuckin' win - dow
Leave your crib smellin just like endo
Niggas got guns, niggas got funds
Niggas cap that ass so we niggas on the run, geah
Bail from the depths of hell, that's compton
If you don't copy we knock out teeth
So bring your mark ass down to the spot
Where one times is hot and you might get got, hard times, geah
We in the mutherfuckin house
Eihthype in the mutherfuckin' house
Niggas on the run in the mutherfuckin' house
And that's how we doin' it for the 94 nigga
So stay the fuck down fool, geah
Like I said before, geah
[intro]
Damn. 5-0 at my motherfuckin front door
Tryin to get us , ya know I'm sayin
But eihthype ain't sleepin
Gyeah , my niggas on the run know what's up
Lil' hawk and burn got the back , ya know I'm sayin
1/2 oz. runnin this shit, so we keep runnin
Niggas on the run , ya know I'm sayin
[verse 1 ]
Somebody snitchin ain't that a bitch
Motherfuckin 5-0 at my front door
Uhh , talkin about they got a gang of witnesses
Wanna commit and search my premises
Sellin dat candy is just the way to survive
And dealin them straps they won't take me alive
So now I gots ta play it like I say it
See the fuckin glare of the batch and I spray it
Uhh , they kickin my front door with them steel-toe boots
My face [? ] so I starts to shoot
I hit 1 to the 2 starts to shout
Grab the motherfuckin yea kick the backdoor fool , I'm out
All for your dollars and some sense
Hear the fuckin sirens and I hit the back , bitch
Uhh , I start to scatter like a mouse
Snatch the fuckin yea and I'm out to my nigga boom bam's house
[verse 2 ]
I guess you can chalk up zero for the blue team
Look up in the sky and see the fuckin high beam
Tab on boom bam's window with the fuckin strap
Wake up my nigga one-time's tryin to peel my cap
Special report just hit the fuckin airways
Be on the look-out for the nigga hair full of braids
They say I'm nuttin but a cheater
Trippin and I'm quick fast strapped with a nine millameter
Gotta make it to my motherfuckin nigga chills
One-times on they way and they wanna kill
They lookin silly cause they got clowned
Heard the whisper chief williams 2 officers down
Uhh , here comes the motherfuckin tear gas
Bam dropped the mask and hit the side door kinda fast
One 5-0 that I killed
Jumped on the motherfuckin metro to my nigga chills
[verse 3 ]
Ain't no takin me to jail no bail no wonder
Kill 'em all cause the motherfuckin hood took me under
Uhh , one-times won't give me no juice
Heard the barkin , yes they let the dogs loose
Uhh , runnin like a motherfuckin strap with the mack
But I ain't that lucky
Caught one in the leg and in the damned back
Now bleedin like a stuck pig
But I keep bellin "fuck you bitches" is what I'm yellin
I make it to chills and tell him he'd pack quick
Give me some ammo cause one-time's is on my dick
Mellin cum cause eiht ain't had enough
Bring them body bags , fool fuck they handcuffs
Ya'll goin down I thought I told ya
Caught one thru the shoulder of my coat
So I bust 'em in the fuckin coap
The bullets flyin they tryna hit me , they might get me
But fuck 'em imma take 2 with me
Gyeah
Ain't no love bitch
Mc eiht , dj slip , 1/2 oz. niggas on the run
Lil' hawk'n burn we killin 'em off
One more nigga on the run
I just can't handle this, born in the land of the scandalous
Thirteen years of age at the time
Moms is kicking me, I gots to get mine
I load up my strap, map out my plan
Choose my victim, then motherfucker stick him
One more point that got scored for the
Up to no damn good, understood
Steps is getting low so I gots to get some more
Loads up the K, breaks out the back door
You know the routine, so run fool, here we go
Say back channel, keep your motherfucking hands up on the dash
And gives up the cash
One time is making a move on my ass
But I ain't sweating it 'cause ain't shit funny
Because it's all for the money
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
Just call me the come up kid
Hard times kicking it in the CPT
So that means I gotta do what I gotta do
And if you ain't down with the hype, fuck you
You're coming up short when I slang
So when I hit your corner, you're gonna be a goner
Nigga duck when my nine starts to buck
In it for the snaps so I'm crazy as fuck
I should be laying low 'cause one time is real hot
Need to make a nine so I rush your spot
And it's like that when I got the Philly
If you don't care someone else does the killing
So when you hit the end of the road ain't no turning back
I done signed a hood lifetime contract
Jacking and packing 'cause ain't shit funny
Because it's all for the money
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeper
One time sleep on the fucking night creeper
Trying to show stop on the sales
Pull fake braids but I still gets paid
Just say no? Fuck the TV
Trying to push the shit 'cause the weight is exceed
See me for the blast, Five-oh fly in fast
Mad 'cause I'm making more cash than they ass
Now I lay low in the cut
Label me the nigga with the fucking gangsta strut
Every hooptie got gold license plates
My birds fly out throughout the fucking states
Now my other half is telling me I'd better quit
But I ain't through in this shit, so I guess this is it
I'll be dead before I go out like a dummy
Why's that, G? 'Cause it's all for the money
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
Eiht:
We sending this one out right here
To all the young thug and young hustlers out there
You know I'm sayin', grown up with their moms strugglin'
In the hood yo' I'm sayin', ya know how it is
Trying to keep it tight, you know I'm sayin'
Geah
Born and raised a black youth, no happy days
My moms and pops went they separate ways
Now she solo with half the dough, and three kids
No house, a damn tight situation we in
Hit the streets to look for work and pay
So her kids can have it better than she had one day
Try to teach me some rules, "get a's in school
Keep your head up high and don't run with the fools"
That was the lesson, always listen to moms
Bible she totin, always quotin from psalms
Young but I'm knowin' the right thang to do
Know the things to say when times is blue
Times is hard and really unfortunate
I'm young and I really don't like the shit
But I dream nice things when I sleep at night
When I grow up I'll make everything alright
Sing
Soultre':
I know it's hard sometimes
But if you can make a way, you need to hold up
I know a better way
And if you can wait today it'll be alright...
Eiht:
Now I'm 15, my life done hit a split screen
What used to be a good kid struck a bad gene
Bad dreams, young thugs and crime scenes
Skip school, saggin' my jeans and blow green
My moms don't know where I get the shit from
If you keep trippin' you know the outcome
Laid up somewhere, or in jail
Makin' collect calls tryin' to make bail
Hell, and you know how I struggle for the cheddar
Before I give it away better get it together
My guilty conscience sayin' not no listen
The other have tellin' me, keep a good intention
Aw shit, a nigga need a mind of his own
Too much to deal with, I really don't feel shit
Young thug ready to take on the world
Who made my life take such a twirl
C'mon
Chorus...
Now my situation's changed, no chains remain
Now I try to check out the game and cause pain
Long live the days of homeboys and straps
Gang of tombstones for the ones that caught caps
Make snaps off raps, reminiscin' of days
Good part is shot up while 'more bounce' plays
Missin the days sometimes, but keeps my eyes on the future
Keep my hands on my heat cause niggas might shoot ya
Rob a nigga blind, just like stevie
I used to do the same when a nigga was greedy
But my come-up was wrong, flipped it, now it's strong
Now I clocks snaps, keep the street shit in my songs
Trying to make it up on a stage from doin' a bid
Trying to make a better way like she did for my kids
Right now watch out, keep my nose to the grind
Yeah boy, this world is mine
Geah
[Chorus: x2]
Anytime y'all wanna go
Motherfuckers, just let us know
Wherever you at, we kick in the do'
And start wavin the pistol
[Verse 1]
I'm a nigga, still struggle in the Compton streets
West coast all day til my life's complete
Like my homie W.C., you don't work, you don't eat
Try to drown out the gunshots wit loud beats
True son of the ghetto, No doubt I'ma ball
Live my life reckless like it snow tomorrow
I win any fuckin shoot 'em up contest
It's no disputin which side's the best
Have gun, niggaz will travel
Stay up on it, motherfucker till they slam the gavel
We slang, we jack, We do drive-bys
We fuck wit hoodrats and always stay high
Some shit that we go through
Finger pointing, motherfucker like we know you
Compton, motherfucker, hard act to follow
And ya pride hard to swallow, like love from the hollow
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Eiht motherfucker, Always so hood
Catch me in the streets cause nigga it's all good
Only heavy bodyguard I roll wit is the metal
Like a stunt driver when I'm pushin the pedal
Knuckle to knuckle, Don't buckle bob and weave
Reveal the compton tat up under my sleeve
Behind it wit the trigger finger like I was steve
Got the whole town talkin like I was fuckin eve
I'm a product of the pre N.W.A
Wit the quality product tryin to double my pay
To live and die in compton and L.A
It's about one victim like everyday
Fist fight in the liquor store parking lot
Shoot a nigga when he sit up in ya parking spot
Little hustle tryin to make a lot
Like a little bg and his first spot
Geah
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
You got guns, We got straps
We true to these murder raps, We peel caps
We ain't snitches motherfucker, We just take the charge
That's why I skip bail, Then ran, I'm still at large
These hood niggaz televise game for sale
Wannabe motherfuckers in the game should tell
Compton, We gained much respect
You better duck down when the shells eject
And ya little frail chest or vest won't protect
From this true westside compton connect
On ya front porch, Play connect the red dots
Like a photographer aiming for head shots
04, you get eight the hard way
Even in broad day, the sound of ricochet
This ain't denzel on the set, it's been hell
E wit the four-o federal mail
Geah
[Intro: MC Eiht]
Geah! Geah!
Fresh out the hood, We made it
This gangsta shit, We paid it
G-g-g-g-geah, Cmon
[Verse 1: MC Eiht]
I'ma keep yellin compton for life
Although the ghetto bring a motherfucker stress to strife
At night, hear the gunshots, somebody dyin
Murder on the front line, mama be cryin
It's her firstborn, all the lines been torn
How long will mama only son should mourn?
To the streets is my motherfuckin lord to sworn
Out the do' when I hear my fuckin o.g.'s horn
To the homie 6 feet, a little liquor we pourin
Down the ave statin where the girls be whorin
One times is hot on the trail
Destined to stack us in the county jail
Police ain't a friend to me, pop at the enemy
Fire out the hole life smoke at the chimney
There's so many young souls lost
The hood life you gon pay at a high cost
[Chorus: MC Eiht (Tha Chill)
(We made it) Fresh out the hood, We made it
These motherfuckin dues, Homeboy we paid it
(We made it) This gangsta shit, We made it
These motherfuckin dues, Homeboy we paid it
(We made it) Fresh out the hood, we made it
These motherfuckin dues, Homeboy we paid it
(We made it) Homeboy, We made it, This motherfuckin gangsta
[Verse 2: Tha Chill]
I remember when it all started, Runnin around actin retarded
Jumpin out on anybody livin life cold hearted
I'll hold him while you sock 'em up
Go in his pockets cause you know we don't give a fuck
Nigga what? This Compton, breaded and branded, sets landed
But fools be softies and I can't understand it
We went from small change to big change
Flipped up the game and remain the same
Blow weed, get dope, and chase all the hoes
Fresh white tee, slammin 6 tre dough
And stay ready to kick up dust
Cause it's a rumor in the city they gon spit at us
So they had to be ready for niggaz to rock steady
Can't get caught without it, So don't sweat me
But these fools is fake and gold plated
Livin outdated while I'm laughin, Screamin out we made it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: MC Eiht]
I'm out the ragtop 6 tre, dub's in the sky
Blunt gettin me high, it's do or die
Reminiscing on how we used to laugh and joke
Goin half on the o.e. lookin for smoke
I was the getaway driver, you rolled shotgun
Motherfuckers surrounded the car, you shot one
In broad day light, whenever we took flight
I'ma revenge the death boy with all my might
Hand me a light so I can spark up the blunt
Smoke until my finger tips then go on a hunt
Best not stunt, I'ma stay low key
Creep up when you comin out slowly
Wit the rag round my face, you don't know me
I'm a neighborhood menace to my enemy
Geah, it's just the way we are
If you wit your homies, still shoot up the car
(intro)
Geah
Check it out
C'mon, c'mon, hey
C'mon, uh
I said c'mon, hey
(half ounce in the house)
We're smooth on the west side
(check it out)
Nigga hoes back in the house
(check it out)
(verse 1)
Who's got paper?
But I shoot boxes
Plenty of cash to straight floss from the gate
You ain't seem grabs this green
Plenty of cream kingpins unsolved the scheme
I got my eyes on you
Geah, you want to ? ? ? down from here to shoot
Got a crew
But you stand out
Miss thing wish I have x-rated vision to peep the g-strings
You know what I mean
Keeps the shit real live
Benz 'round town in a 3-25
Cheques in your coat and float to the arena
? ? ? taps me on the shoulder, tony have you seen her?
Let my gators through the snappin'
Crystal sippin', drops along, geah baby what's happenin?
Hear me, see me
I could, uh, be your geenie, any wish comes true
Be my boo
(chorus)
Anything you want, anything you need
Anything you want, anything you need
Mr. tony will deliver til your ? ? ?
Diamonds to chronic bud, oh yes indeed
Anything you want, anything you need
Anything you want, anything you need
We's be's the pimps
(verse 2)
Independently hustlin' while you work in your stuff
Keep your condo pay so you work at mc gruff
9 to 5 paper chasing, geah, I can dig it
With your 15 hundred dollar brims and your fixed up ? ? ?
No trips to the clinic
But it straight trips to the club
With your head hooked up, short skirts straight throwin' up love
Mr tony know the game ain't playin' nice and soft
G's around ya in a circle talkin' about take that shit off
Damn niggas, swingin' on a players boss
Peeps tha coup, hits me up with a fucked phone call
I be's the black desperado
Five carats with the golden ? ?
Gang of parrots, me and you
King and queen of the hill
Means the fat links, captain inch nail
Get down like you live and that's no joke
Gang of ? ? ? ? to poke with the endo smoke
(chorus)
(verse 3)
Times is hard
And I can see you're a lil' rebellious
Now your homegirl kicks the rumours
In a way too jealous
Just can't stand to see ya
With a nigga with grip
They swallowin' too much dick tryin' to give you some lip
Not trip
It's too much gossip on the phone
Need to tell 'em ho's to find some dick on they own
What's wrong?
Same old song gettin' a boo
Drops your back on the block with no more packs to loot
Snatch back the dollar to diamonds
Necklace sales
Versace ? ? to armani dressers
No more sippin' crystal anymo'
Drop a c-5 hun' with the phone
Leave me alone
Cause that's the problems nowadays
These greedy-ass ho's workin' these ways
Tony's no phony, got g's on next
? ? ? spend my cheques
(outro)
Geah
(late nite hype)
C'mon c'mon hey
C'mon c'mon hey
(late nite hype)
(check it out)
Geah (check it out)
In the muthafuckin' house (geah)
For the paper
Mr tony back in the house regulate y'know I'm sayin'
Half ounce hoodlums in the house
Geah
Deadly decisions is what I'm bringin'
Be's the problem solver when my revolver starts singin'
A thin line between life and death you're stuck
When my mind turns corrupt so I'm mentally fucked
I be bringin' the pain like meth
Inject the meth in your vain you're seeing thangs insane
Hollow points start to spit
Regulate your block no bullshit
Bust a u-turn the tyres burn rubber g
Retaliation of the robberies after me
No aftermath
Instead the bloodbath keep steerin' the b.g.'s on the west path
Chest blast
Buckshots touch yo' whole side
N 2 deep no sleep when we ride claim that west gang
Always the side of ridahs
Gang of arms out the windows is if we responds
Homicides: points chalked up for the victory
Y'all know it's compton 4 life, ain't no killin' me
Chorus: (x2)
For years we've been accustomed to serves the fiends
On the streets keeps the works stuffed away in jeans
Bitches and niggas do damnest things
Buck buck for the paper by any meanz...
I needs cheese no bullshit you better know it
If it's a contest to be the greediest i'ma show it
It's all for the scrilla
Divine, cristal, no wine, top biller
Seven digits is the destiny
Don't let the feds, the clock-heads get the best of me
You know who got it, heavyweight
No sacks premium shit
Bitches beg mr. tony: you just don't quit!
Cash flows to make fat flips since '86
Where the cash connects western union through mix
Hoes got the pick up straight back and no stoppin'
And watch out for the bird
Cause they just might got the word
Who runs to west side got the bitches on deck
Check it, for 20's and 50's they gettin' naked
Y'all knows the deal it's complication nines I tote
On a mission, premonition, money flips to coke
Chorus...
One time got me on a foot pursuit
Yell freeze in the air as they start to shoot (get up!)
Money that I loot thus begins the chase
Plea's no contest when I'm slapped with a case
Judge put my bail at a mill
Free as a bird, lawyer tryin' to fight appeal
Still got the co - nnections which direction
Fly birds straight through your intersection
Reflections of the way life used to be
Where me amigos gave lots of love on the kilos
Servin' the g way
Five hun' floats on the freeway
In the d-game got a street name blowin' the chronic
Too difficult to get with the west ebonics
No gin and tonic, situations ironic
Bullets spittin' too fast like my fingers bionic
Geah
Compton
For the millenium
Half Ounce (boogie)
And Tha8t'z Gangsta
Geah (geah)
C'mon uh
Thugs
How we get that
Bitches
All day
Yes y'all, dippin' to the beat
You can even dance or just grab your heat
Never under the seat, left the first place
Seek, destroy's the ways come the boss face, I
Move the World like I move the crowd
Your ass get scared like you wanted alive
Run the block from the ?? I'm back to the top
Have my bitch on my block right set up shop
Did a little shoppin' if the money was puffy
At the local strip club where the hoes would pop it
Breath and stop it
You know how we do for dollars
Dippin' Impalas
Catch me in a club I holler
If it's cash on the table
I'm willing and able (chin chin)
Strapped with a 44 gangsta's the label (cluck-cluck)
You know We Come Strapped, Compton on the map
Your hood collapse with tight militant like that geah
We get the money, all day everyday
Fly bitches that get down, ain't shit funny nigga all day everyday
Gangstas lean, know what I mean, all day everyday
Thugs, bitches, geah, hoe, c'mon
Show stopper, 6-3 hopper
Guess is the rapper slash the gay copper
Use to be a poppa till I pop the rock
Pop the Glocks
Run, dump and roam the blocks
Where a
Plenty of hoes poppin' coochies up in the spot tryin' to
Kill sometime while I make a knot
Tied up, no twist, bling-bling the risk
Mama said one day happy days like this (geah)
Mama said how can't happen all leave 'em piss
Leave your name on the wall, keep fuckin' with y'all
Keep it old school like Prince Paul false call
Till the One-Times come to the west on boss boss
Follow me into the world up dippin'
Cash money on the spots set trippin' cause the block is hot
Gang of bitches on the block keep tossin' the twat
In the hoods like a movie Halloween the block, geah
We get the money, all day everyday (hey)
Fly bitches that get down, ain't shit funny nigga all day everyday (geah)
Gangstas lean, know what I mean
All day everyday (gangstas)
Thugs, bitches, geah
Till the sun come up watch me roll with the gun up
Have my back cock ready
For all who run up
For the last time I told ya how I spit the strap
Love the West and die for this gangsta rap
Cross my name on the wall, cross my path you fall
Consider the times that the hoes tried to break my balls
Tryin' to stack a mil-ticket, snatch hoes to kick it
Anything y'all drinkin', ya hoes get picked it
In the middle of the floor grab the dick and lick it
The life of a hood superstar is wicked
Point blank get the cash if it's the cash to get
Don't get your chest wet and get outta this shit
Touch down with the brand new sack
Niggas will take over when they turn pitch black
Stay packed on my dogs Locs
And bitches on the lookout for fiends One-Times ??? little that geah
We get the money, all day everyday
Fly bitches that get down, ain't shit funny nigga all day everyday
Gangstas lean, know what I mean
All day everyday
Thugs, bitches, c'mon, geah
We get the money, all day everyday
Fly bitches that get down, ain't shit funny nigga all day everyday
Gangstas lean, know what I mean
All day everyday (gangstas)
Thugs, hoes (bitches)
Geah (hoes, geah)
Hold up c'mon
Thugs (For the money - geah)
Bitches (all day - geah)
Everyday (hold up - geah)
Half Ounce (geah, Official)
For sure this time
Half Ounce (Compton)
For the millenium
Everyday
Making y'all do that G shit
All day
Ya know how we do this everyday (geah)
C'mon, boogie (geah)
Gangsta boogie
Geah, gangsta boogie
Thugs (gangsta)
Bitches
Boogie
Geah
We in the muthafuckin house
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
C.m.w. back in this muthafucka
Geah, the most wanted muthafuckas in compton, y'know I'm sayin?
And can't nobody can compare
So niggas beware cause eihthype's runnin' this bitch
Geah
Run muthafuckas run
I got the muthafuckin gun and I'm ready to blast on your mark-ass
We shoot first then take names later
No one can fade a crooked ass scheming alligator
No one can stop us cause we quick to catch the fever of the flavor
Punk fool nuthin can save you
You crossed the line boy you slipped
Nuthin' to lose, shootin at your friend as I'm poppin' in another clip
You try to scream but it don't do no good
Too many killin niggas from my hood, fool uh
Too many drive-by's no one can point or pull the trigger
Too many muthafuckin loc'ed ass young niggas
We bail deep and it's an everyday thang, them fifth's
We slang a game of mutherfuckin compton gang
I gots to peel your fuckin cap, nigga
We come strapped
One more hit on your hood muthafucka ain't no bullshittin'
Better scatter that ass over the fence before the 9 start spittin
And gather up your fuckin kids
1-8-7's for my homies who got stuck with lifetime bids
I'll cap that ass up in the car
When your rollin the streets the gats get blasted by n.o.t.r.
Don't try to hang with the fire power it's a slaughter
We bust caps on your awake at the funeral parlour
You get the short end of the stick
Rollin with a click and the way we role, muthafucka it's thick
And my brain is sayin' kill so nigga you're stuck
I like the sound of the 'k when it start to buck
Ain't no damn playin', ain't no rhyme sayin'
One more point for the hood when my gat start sprayin'
We gots to peel your fuckin cap, geah
We come strapped
Night time hits the fuckin streets
Loadin up the clips and we ready to kill rollin the gangsta beats
One time try to run a make on my plates
Routine jack but jack is too fuckin late
Put the strap up in my lap
Hopin these muthafuckas don't trip, slip pass me the extra clip
I hit the mutherfuckin volume up on the dash
So no tittle-tattle can hear the muthafuckin blast
I give him one to the dome
As the cop start to drop I'm sayin to myself damn it's on
I guess the blunt made me do it
Knew the other times would be comin so I grabbed the strap and threw it
Hit the corner fast, hit the fuckin gas
Be on the lookout cause they coming to tap my ass
We gots to peel they fuckin cap
That's the way we get'em muthafucka cause you know
We come strapped
Geah
Nigga
In the muthafuckin house
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house nigga
So stay the fuck back
Niggas on the run in the muthafuckin house
Lil' hawk & bird in the muthafuckin house
Stick'em
Geah, we in the muthafuckin house
Nigga
Stay the fuck down clown
Cause ain't no love ho
In the 94
Eihthype, half ounce in this bitch
C.m.w. in this bitch
[Verse 1]
Geah, It's 187 cause I'm back on the block
Quick to shoot first wit the gat that stay cocked
It's real gangsta shit nigga, It's on lock
West coast compton, The town that rock
Follow the cracked up roll down the compton block
Not school, But I'm the motherfuckin neighborhood jock
Whether ntv rock or chop ya in
But the team coast sported boy rude a flame
My name not household, I ain't pac
But on the underground fool, Yeah I'm on top
I don't play for the mainstream, Fuck around, Have you playin wit the red beam
Fuck around, few shots leave ya gang green
Slumped over, front seat wit a cold lean
Fa sho, I be first in line to start static wit y'all
Have ya mama at the pad awaiting the call
West coast, West side, East side, We slide
Anywhere y'all want it, Nowhere to hide
Geah
[Chorus]
Creep wit the sleeper, Wit the locust look up on my face
You six feet deeper, And you can't wake, Rain drop's fallin
These street's don't love you, But they can love you
They follow me though
[Verse 2]
Beef ain't a dvd, It's automatic
I'm gone off the hood life, So call me an addict
In the land where girls got plastic tits
Niggaz wit plastic grips ready to start shit
Who the fuck y'all wit? And where y'all from?
Hollows quick to follow the philly stomp
How come y'all tryin to play the thug act?
Just the way that a copycat gon react
And the impact when the chambers slide back
In-Depth description of the carjack
And you know that tattoo when the arm's raised
The shots penetrate you and they don't graze
I just blaze, Just like school days
I run wit a frat of boys, We so crazed
Creepin, So amazing, We a little iraq when we start engaging
Any nigga I smack, My machine is raging
Gun tucked when I gotta fuckin rhyme on stage, Man
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Been under the hood spell for so damn long
My life in the streets just can't be wrong
I'm hardcore, Motherfucker, Ain't no joke
I'm old school like a pimp, Likely to trip
No chip on ya shoulder, Likely to knock it off
Every motherfuckin rhyme you rock is soft
Burn, Weak niggaz, burn
Wannabe o.g., But you can't earn
Wanna see us flee, But you gon learn
Just wait, Sky free, See the wheels turn
Hustlas, Ridahs, Hoes, Ex-cons, Grown westside boys like lil jon
I'ma bang compton til the break of dawn
Late night hype, Mean bodies on the lawn
Former has been dickies sure ain't strong
But I'll jack for ya jewels and head straight to the pawn
Geah
(techniec)
I been dyin to ride
Been dyin to shine
Dyin to rob
Been dyin to rep this side
Dyin to serve
Dyin for cheese
To raise up out the hood
I been dyin to lead
Just keep all yellin my name
I been dyin to trip
Dyin for a grip
Dyin for that brand new whip, dyin for it all
Nigga been, dyin to ball
Throw it all
Tech been, brakin his neck
I step in, wavin the tek
For that check, i'ma lane inject
The game is mine
You niggas just ain't knowin it yet
Several attempts I been, tryin to try
Lil niggas, causin havoc in the hood
Like they dyin to dye
Dyin to get fly, dyin to get high
Dyin to win
Dyin to go to the bin, get suaved, get out, then added again
That's why we ride, and that's a fact
Can't spell the west without the e s
Say your grace to that
Chorus: mack 10
The hood is mine
Homey get back
The hood is mine
Chips I stack
The hood is mine
Homey get back
The hood is mine, the hood is mine
(mc eiht)
Do ya know I don't regulate your spot for cheese
Ya know these real old chiefs got glocks to squeeze
You know the outcome, flips off the horn
Caught times, flip da script, get ya back on
Know the real deal, undercover spots to chill
Know the enemy creep, best pack the steel
I ain't knowin what a trick for doe
If I knew, what I know now, would've caught the 4-4
Know your game plan slow, fuck the rest for sure
Know the west number 1 tell your bitch to float
Ya know these rag wearin pants sagin niggas with drugs
Know ya upper class, bitches love a thug
Know ya days is done, know ya no homey to blaze one
Know when the pistols raise, know how fast you run
Know your talk is cheap, know I'm in too deep
Know if you test the west then your put to sleep
Chorus + variation (add following lines to end 2x)
Killa killa, homey yeah you know wuz up
Sucka sucka, regulate, get your bucks
(mc eiht)
Ya know how we cruise up and blow leaf
Hoodbangers runnin your spot so no beef
Ya know I loves the town where the homeboys hustle to make cheese
And the girls get down
Know the gang bang sound when we droppin the spot
Know outta towners is easy to spot hoes runnin to pop
You know them niggas cause they down for the cards
We steppin to the room with girls off walls
(techniec)
Ya know this melitin mack
Heat cocked still in your back
Till we get to the back, walk casual
I want west in to stay plus calateral that'll do
We regulate states, tech and eiht, aye the weight
Waitin for techniec to drop, aye check the date
Tell these enemies of mine the time, better check, your late
Interfere with mine, make him a believer
Throw a bullet and make him a receiver and a lbc'er
Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot
MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin house.. gyeah
And it ain't nothin but a compton thang y'all
And we ain't nuttin but niggaz on the run
And this goes out to my niggaz.. gyeah
A fucked up childhood, is why the way I am
It's got me in the state where I don't give a damn, hmm
Somebody help me, but nah they don't hear me though
I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto
Ain't no escapin, cause I'm way too young
Pops is dealin, and on top of that got moms sprung
Scheamin off the top, pops never figured
That he'd go down by the hands of another nigga
Now my pops is gone and that ain't no good
Got to follow in the foot steps of the homies from the hood
And where's the role model?
Niggaz putting brew in my fuckin baby bottle!
Damn, and through all the motherfuckin pain
They done drove my moms in-sane
So I guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished
I grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah
Uhh, come on y'all
Streiht up menace
Now I'm of age, and livin in the projects
Gettin paid off the clucks and the county checks
I'm Fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder
That the motherfuckin hood would take me under
Gyeah, I'm kickin it with the homies and they got the straps
Off to the corner store, owned by the fuckin {Japs}
See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with the mack
Astro Bam pulls a motherfuckin jack from the back
Now he's got the strap to my homie's head
See him play that shit cool, and don't be a fool!
He shot my nigga in the fuckin head
I caught one in the shoulder, if I didn't run I was dead
Now I'm layin in the hospital bed
Thinkin about them punk motherfuckers and my eyes is bloodshot red
Gyeah motherfuckers, I ain't finished
Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah
Uhh, whassup y'all
Streiht up menace .. damn!
Really..
Streiht up menace .. damn!
I'm in too deep
I done killed a motherfucker and I just can't sleep
One-Time's tryin to do a smooth, creep
And on top of that
Niggaz after me for fuckin one of they hood rats
I ain't got time for the fuckin bitch's story
Niggaz want me gotta come to my territory
And ain't no "You Can Get the Fist"
Niggaz come, and they get done on they own risk
What is it all about?
Should I leave or should I stay cause I don't wanna punk out
Oh what should I do? The homies say
"The hood's where it's good, homeboy, I thought you knew"
So in the process to show the hood my best
No time to react, caught two in the chest
Now look who's down, I guess I'm finished
I go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah
Uhh, come on y'all
Streiht up menace .. damn!
And on and on
I guess we outta here
Peace to my niggaz on the run
And it ain't nuttin but streiht up menaces, damn!
Just like I said before y'all
It ain't nuttin but a compton thang
And MC Eiht's in the house for the 93 shot
[MC Eiht]
Geah
C'mon
Geah
Straight outta Compton, crazy muthafucka named Eiht, fool (geah)
From the gang called C-M-W
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off (boom boom!)
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too boy, if you fuck with me
One Time's gon' after come and get me
Off your ass, that's how I'm goin' out (geah)
With a gat (c'mon, uh!)
Gots pointed at (geah)
Niggas start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot like gumbo (geah)
Goin' out on a muthafucka like that
with a strap, that's pointed at your ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin' when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep you dancin'
With a crime record like Charles Manson (c'mon)
Tec-9 is my muthafuckin' tool
Don't make me act the gangsta fool
Cause me and you can go toe to toe, no maybe (that's right)
Knockin' niggas out the hood daily
Yo weekly, monthly, yearly
Until them mark-ass fools see clearly
that I'm down, it's the capital C-P-T
Marks can't fuck with me!
So when I'm in your neighbourhood, you better duck
Cause Eiht Loc, is crazy as fuck
As I leave, believe I'm bustin'
But when I come back, fool (c'mon)
Geah you know it's Compton
[King Tee]
Straight outta Compton
Another crazy-ass nigga
Punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad muthafucka and you know this
But these mark-ass niggas want show this
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps
If not from the records to jack in and craps
Like burglary, the definition is jackin'
But when illegally armed it's called packin'
I shoot a muthafucka in a minute
Find a good piece of pussy, and go up in it
So if you're at my show in the front row
I'ma call you a bitch, or a dirty-ass hoe
You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to
But that shows you slut, don't get close to
a crazy muthafucker from the street
Attitude legit because I'm tearin' up shit
King Tee controls the automatic
for any dumb muthafucker, who want static
Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself
Every time, I pull an A.K. off my shelf
Security is maximum and that's the law
K-I-N-G Tee and I'm raw
See, cause I'm the muthafuckin' baller
And double baller tossin' up the ???
Ah, that ain't a place without a clue
And once their ass is in the scope, their ass is through
Look, you might take it as nigga simple
But a nigga like T is on a gangsta tip
Straight outta Compton
[Dre'sta]
Straight outta Compton
Another brother that'll smother your mother
And make your bitch think I love her
Dangerous
Muthafucka raise in hell
And if I ever get caught
I make bail
See I don't give a fuck nigga
That's the problem
I see a muthafuckin' cop I don't dodge him
But I'm smart
Lay low, creep a while
And when I see a punk pass
I smile
To me it's kinda funny
The attitude showin' nigga drivin'
But don't know where the fuck he goin' just rollin'
Lookin' for my lil' nigga Eazy
I just blast, they never seize him
Ruthless; never seen like a shadow in the dark
Except when I unload
And with the strap I blast, no hesitation
You hear the screams of the one
Who caught the last penetration
Feel a little gust of wind and I'm jettin'
But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin'
But what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her!
You think I give a fuck about a bitch? I ain't a sucker!
This is the autobiography of the D
And if you try to fuck with me
You'll be taken, by a stupid-ass nigga that I'll smother
Beggin' like a muthafucka
Gyeah...Gyeah...Gyeah
Gyeah...C.M.W. nigga
1/2 Oz.
And that's gangsta
We gon' break it down for ya'll
Lil' lesson for ya'll
Check it out
[Verse 1]
Niggas recognize the game that I spit
Tales from tha street on some gangsta shit
Ms. phat bootie bitches with money to get
We git the money and leave the pussy wet
It's a very thin line between bangin and robbin
Big difference from small change to big-timin
I've been down for 12 years, still spittin my flow
Still in the CPT, still fuckin a hoe
Still mentality "kill at will"
Still C.M.W., nigga Eiht and Chill
Fuck around and get your cap peeled, that's low
Then back to the hood while the pistol smoke
I ain't no joke, ya'll best remember
I keeps heat nigga all thru december
If your body still cold then you must be dead
You shoulda listen to the words I said
[chorus]
Rule #1 -hey- get money
Get a ride with switches, fuck a gang of bitches
Rule #1 -hey- don't get caught
If the One-Time swoop then it's all your fault
Rule #1, watch your enemies, friend
Cause they'll be the ones fuckin you in the end
Rule #1, that's just what we go thru
I'ma break it down, nigga just for you
[Verse 2]
Night time must be the right time
Don't get caught pullin a damn crime
Cause that'll have your ass in some shit
Probably stuck, you can't fuck with it
From the bottom to the top, rag drops with cops
Try to (??) so my car could stop
And girl stash the bud' in your bra'
And don't get nervous, here comes the law
You know the routine, car must be clean
T-shirt and dub cap with some bling-bling
Yes, they saw the black face with a red bone bitch
Must be ghetto bitch, caught me hit in a switch
Damn, I thought we was back in the old days
Seemin that the ones is back to they old ways
Stick and I'ma get stacked, run in them old place
Like in the East Side keeps it John Blaze
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Who's that bangin and creepin while I'ma sleepin
Try to set up this thing and light me up for the weekend
Damn shame, game done did a 360
Hammer girl turned a bitch and done switched like Missy (Elliot)
No progress just a serious test
To become an MC and try to fuck the rest
Have my bill fold, too phat to close
Had a thug nigga shot down all my shows
Industry (??) got me lookin for cheques
In this green leaf hustle on the block with tax
My mission is to get it
Automatic with the automatic
Kick back with no static
In the land of the lost, pay the serious cost
Thug niggas loose they life, hoe-bitches get tossed
One-Times claim the boss, handle this scandalous
Try to send niggas to harassin laws
Gyeah...
[Chorus]
Break-it-down...
...1/2 Oz. takin over shit for the millenium...
Geah
I said geah
niggas bite my shit
Ge-ge-ge-geah
Geah
Original
Compton
Fuck with me on this one
Geah
As a young black teen I roam the blocks
With the sack and cash rats roam to joke
Y'all know the motherfuckin' game if you got dough
Enemies might follow
Hoes for sure
Got to recognize fools since the days of young
I represent the Compton every place I hung (geah)
Y'all can't get with this gangsta shit
Low riders, greedy rats, gats to spit (hey!)
All day everyday W-S turn play (W-S)
On the corner how I used to serve fiends for paid
Y'all walk this way I got your order (got your order)
If Feds get hipped
I'll cross the border (cross the border)
Like the ginger bread man catch me if you can
One-Times too slow from the spots I ran
Run game low stuff from coast to coast (locster)
Won't never getting closed always get ghost, geah
If you need me fast cash - hustle man
Bitch all in your stash - hustle man (ge-ge-ge-geah)
No cocaine mash - hustle man
Gotta - hustle man
Gotta - hustle man (geah)
If you need me fast cash - hustle man
Girl all in your stash - hustle man (ge-ge-ge-geah)
No cocaine mash - hustle man
Gotta - hustle man
Gotta - hustle man (geah)
I stay sinister, y'all to shiesty
I make the money y'all ?? like me
Got hoes at shows tryin' to fuck for paper
If niggas fall and sleep than catch the vapors
Always on deck I got that work
Come sure on the cash you might get hurt
No time like the present represent the thug
Since the days of ?? and bugs
That means I'm old school ran the blocks
That means I'm from the school of hard knocks
Top dollar for this blow
With this gangsta flow
On the corner where I served ?? to sure
I givin' it to you pure
X-ray Compton till I die so don't debate it
Can I bang for the thugs? Can I kill you for bitches?
Can I blow a little trynna stack some riches?
Geah
If you need me fast cash - hustle man (geah)
Bitch all in your stash - hustle man
No cocaine mash - hustle man
Gotta - hustle man
Gotta - hustle man (ge-ge-ge-geah)
If you need me fast cash - hustle man
Girl all in your stash - hustle man (ge-ge-ge-geah)
No cocaine mash - hustle man
Gotta - hustle man
Gotta - hustle man (geah)
All I know is I like livin' life in the West
Guess hoes do fucked niggas bang the best
Anybody try to test best duckin' dodge
Tryin' to exchange where my ??
With on the floor so don't y'all hate
W-S niggas do regulatin'
From San Quentin now right causin' back niggas
Cross the state line tryin' to build they stack
We pack more heat, too straight with aim
Got that bitch that cheat tryin' to play the game
In the meantime in the twin time
Hustle for dollars so check the rhyme
I ain't with small change so I works the block
Either from China white or the ?? I rock
That's true nephew Compton forever
If it's money to make I'ma keep it together, geah
If you need me fast cash - hustle man (geah)
Bitch all in your stash - hustle man (geah, geah, geah, geah, geah)
No cocaine mash - hustle man
Gotta - hustle man
Gotta - hustle man (geah)
If you need fast cash - hustle man
Girl all in your stash - hustle man (ge-ge-ge-geah)
No cocaine mash - hustle man
Gotta - hustle man
Gotta - hustle man (geah)
Y'all stop bitin' my shit
Original (hustle!!)
Like I said once again my friend
It ain't over till the fat bitch spit
In two thousand and one ain't nuthin' spittin' (hustle)
But the Half Ounce Records
Geah, ge-ge-geah, geah
Full clip nigga
Fuckin' with y'all
Y'all ain't fuckin' with us
We ain't fuckin' with y'all neither
True thug niggas from the West
Do it the best
And like I said once again stop bitin' my shit
((VERSE 1))
I got another gnag story to tell (???)
about how a nigga was born in hell
and right then and there its no hope cuz the niggas cant escape the gangs and the dope. DAMN!
and when itz black on black that makes it shitty
cant survive in the compton city
and fools (????????)
cuz when you grow up in the hood you gotz to claim a city. CHEA!
its not that you want to but you have to
dont be a mark cuz the niggaz might (laugh?) ya
straight off tha muthafukin block
(????) wit bustaz cuz they ass is gettin clocked. CHEA!
who givez a fuck bout another
only got love for my fuckin gang brothaz. CHEA!
but Im young so no-body would wonder that the hood would take me under
always strapped and ready to peel a cap...
the hood that took me under
((VERSE 2))
Now Im a few ages older
got hair on my nutz and im a lil bit boulder
and putting it work I has to do my fuckin part
Im down for the hood and itz planted in the heart. FOOL!
at school slappin on the girlz asses
fuck the white education so I skip alot of classes
cuz aint no teaching a nigga white reality
teach me the muthafuckin game mentality.
POP! POP! POP! drops the sucka
if hez from another hood I gotz to shoot the muthafucka. CHEA!
Im in it to win it and cant quit. FOOL!
and ready to die for this shit.
one timez cant fade the game, tuff.
puttin my foot in yo ass to make times rough
Im the neighborhood terror but I never wondered
that the hood would take me under
always strapped and ready to peel a cap...
the hood that took me under
(police's stop?) but im watchin my back...
((VERSE 3))
I guess I watch my back cuz niggaz Jeff in times hurt his brotha wit the 187
I thought was homie dropped the dime
so I gotta peel his cap wit the nine. FOOL!
if its on then its on
fuck it (T.B.??)
cuz had the other lookin fool
its either him or me
so I loadz up the strap and I step
cuz my brain cellz are dead and all Im thinking is death, revenge
CHEA thatz what its all about
see the sucka
take the muthafucka out!
stare the fool down wit the eye contact
he tried to swing so i draw him wit the gap
blast was the sound i one time heard of
nigga 25 the life for the murder
was it all worth it? I alwayz wonder
Geah
We in the muthafuckin' house
Eihthype in the muthafuckin' house, nigga
Half ounce
We in the muthafuckin' house, uh
Niggas on the run in the muthafuckin' house
Lil' hawk & bird in the muthafuckin' house
My nigga ric roc in this bitch
C.m.w. back in the house for the 9-4
We in it to win, motherfucker, it's do or die
Don't fuck around with eihthype, it's suicide, nigga
How'd you figure we hold the trigger and let you slide?
Murder raps like I step, we hit when we hoo-ride
You knows that, when we rep, homeboy, I thought you knew
Caps get peeled when we chill, it's the west side, fool
Like a dope fiend I steal to your fuckin' jaw
Left connects, then I switch to the southpaw
You gets the boom ping ping
Listen to yo' motherfuckin' cranium crane
And as you fall down you see the barrel of my gat
You get a chill
For fuckin' around with niggaz that kill
Uh geah
We in the motherfuckin house
For the 9-4, nigga
Killin'em off
Niggas that kill, uh
Buck buck, nigga
You gets fucked by niggas that kill
We pack that muthafuckin' steel
Niggaz that kill, geah
Mc eiht is a nigga that kill
My nigga slip is a nigga that kill
Boom bam and chill is niggaz that kill
Lil' hawk & bird quick to grab the steel, niggas that kill
My nigga ric with the bomb, a nigga that kill
And niggas from compton, niggas from compton
You know how nigga from compton do it
Geah
Niggaz that kill
Buck buck
Buck buck
Geah
Your lesson for y'all out there
All the thug niggas on the block regulatin'
This goes out for y'all
(West Side)
Gangstas will rule the world in the Y2K
Check it out
Can y'all see where I'm comin' from?
Hoods and blocks and G's with glocks
Young thug niggas with rocks
Everyday and night 'cause ain't nuthin' changed
Destiny is meant for niggas to hoo-bang
Lord have mercy to the ones that's gone
'Cause only you upstairs know was wrong
Night time hits, here comes the fire flies
One more block to catch the drive-by
Code of the streets you pack heat and skeet
Any fuckin' hood rat bitch you can meet
Poor muthafuckas still waiting on the county
Young black niggas dodgin' the county Mountie
Who got the fat stacks, the pack stacks
Slugs to your back if my clientele you jack
Nick Nack Patty Wack, packs straps
Patty Wack
Your own homie trying to cheat on craps
From yo hood 2 my hood's all the same
Like yo hood and mine learn the same games
Thug niggas, strapped girls down on planes
If you get caught then don't say no names
I gotta flick from a homie doing ten in the pen
Gotta a little bigger since my lil' nigga went in
Lotta tales 'bout fools gettin' 'em up and shanked
Whose mouth tight shut? Whose shit that stink?
Gotta lil' message 'bout the bitch you fucked
A nigga cross town got the hood rat stuck
Me and Loc jacked that nigga last week fo' ends
I shoot a lil' paper till you up in the pen
Fools still riding, got the spot on lock
We gon' chill right here till you back on the block
Nigga still bailin' 'round here khakis and stars
High as fuck as we throw the hood out the car
We miss the days when you used to get drunk at night
Never bailed on a homie when it's time to fight
One times jacked us the last night, face in the dirt
Tryin' to get info on who shot the store clerk
From yo hood 2 my hood's all the same
Like yo hood and mine learn the same games
Thug niggas, strapped girls down on planes
If you get caught then don't say no names
Somebody help me out the ghetto
Ya know, same story just like before
I don't wanna be here just like you
I slangs just 'bout everything to start new
Do you have the answer?
Niggas gettin' popped, dying off just like cancer
You got your enemies, you got your old G's
In the penitentiaries just want to be free
If I had another chance would I do it again?
Rewind the time and head right back to the pen
Seems like I can't escaped this world of sin
Judgement for this young thug in the end
Time's up, this thug caught a slug
In another town trying to slang drugs
My moms pray for my soul as I lay below
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
From yo hood 2 my hood's all the same
Like yo hood and mine learn the same games
Thug niggas, strapped girls down on planes
If you get caught then don't say no names
Geah
Gyeah...
All my muthafuckin niggas holla
All my muthafuckin bitches holla
All my niggas holla
All my bitches holla
If you ain't got no snaps holla
If you ain't got no ride holla
Lookin for the hook up holla
Holla, holla
[Verse 1]
You can catch me in the land of the greenest snaps
Stanks from tha strip clubs
Homies packin they straps, check it out
One-Time's kinda corrupt, the hood life's crazy
But I love the hood life, baby it's all gravy
Sunday afternoon, the midnight moon
But I'm thinkin that I gotta get to Compton soon
Got a ounce in my pocket and a cupple of grands (chin,chin)
Serve a cupple of hours and hit the burger stand
My hands stay tight on the grip you heard
We gotta duck quick, here come the bird (chipp,chipp)
Back on the block, no dope in sock
Got a house-side window where you're slightly knockin (boom,boom)
Got my tape bumpin Eazy-E and (2)PAC
Check the time on my watch bout 2 o' clock
Call the bitch at the club that I ran into
Holla back, said I come thru and shake it for you
Gyeah...
[Chorus]
All my niggas holla
All my muthafuckin...Gyeah...all my muthafuckin bitches holla
Gyeah...if you ain't got no money holla
Gyeah...if you ain't got no ride holla
Gyeah...if it's hot out here holla
Gyeah...all my niggas holla
All my bitches holla
Gyeah...
[Verse 2]
Who rap they spots and run they blocks
Who started off soft and turned to rock
If you know what I'm speakin, hook your set
You should know how to get a little extra bag
W.S. leadin a pack, we're gready like that
In hot sunny county, dippin with a hood rat
9-0, 2-2-0, that's the code
Fuck a bitch, fuck a nigga, it's the gangsta mode
The story has been told by a thousand times
Town of the thug niggas, hoes and crimes
Some niggas rap star and try to shine (bling!)
Some stay in the hood and stay on the line
That's fine with you nigga
Gyeah, I got your corner
If enemies trip you can bet they are goner
True kill niggas got 20 and better
Hood's still tight, collect cards and letters
It's still a Compton thang, whoever the pain brang
Whatever the mind frame, we can play this game
Compton for death and dollars all the same
Uh, never a shame, ya'll know the name
Holla back
[Chorus]
Niggas holla
All my muthafuckin bitches holla
If you ain't got no money holla
If you ain't got no ride holla
All my muthafuckin niggas holla
All my muthafuckin bitches holla
If you ain't got no money holla
Gyeah...Gyeah...
[Verse 3]
I know ya'll lovin this muthafuckin gang-bang-bang
Step up on the stage, strap tight in hand
Givin ya'll sumptin ya'll just can't understand
(??) my masterplan
I'm a thug til the day I can't escape the judge
Or til the One-Time sweep me under the rug
Or til the Lord takes me away from this place
So I won't see my enemies fate
Chase the dream, cause it's all about the way you kick it
Some hoes won't get down if a nigga wan' lick it
Is that the only way to go
No, 1/2 Oz. is in this
And hey, bitch put your money where your mouth is
Bounce back, cross state, takin the chance
Just to flossin, hook up with the motto and hot dance
Damn, sometimes I wonder, is this all just a bad dream
Or did the hood take me under
Ya'll know the mind frame
Ya'll know how they sheeme
How we play this game
We do it for real nigga
Packin a steel
Uh, all up on the hill
[Chorus]
Uh, all my muthafuckin niggas holla
All my muthafuckin bitches holla
If you ain't got no money holla
If you ain't got no ride holla
All my muthafuckin niggas holla
All my muthafuckin bitches holla
If you ain't got no money holla
If it's hot on the blocks holla
Gyeah...holla back ya'll
Gyeah...holla back ya'll
Gyeah...holla, holla, holla
1/2 Oz., 2000 and 1
For the millenium
Takin over this shit
For real this time
You know how the fuck we do it
Back on that ass
With the gangsta lean
C.M.W.
The underground hero
Comptons Most...Gyeah...
[EIHT & DAZ]
We came in the door, said it before
West Side, East Side when we hit the floor
Got the paper for sure, got chronic galore
And the ho's keep beggin us to blow some more
[EIHT]
Money makes the world stay up (that's right)
Fiends to hook us up on the late night hype
G's flips on the corner while we chill in the club
Short skirts put in work, straight show you love
You know the title
Heavy weight nigga with the green, everybody know the spot
One times ain't hot
Gots the bomb
Everybody tell your friends
C-P-T and the L-B back again
Bring your heat
Eiht and Daz with the paper
One time won't be gafflin for the caper
Can't see me
Two black niggas from the West
Decide where they hoo-ride, two of the best
No contest
C-P-T so get it straight
Y'all don't know the program, switches on my Brougham
Skates to the L-B, three wheel motion
C-P-T chill with G's right next to the ocean
[EIHT & DAZ]
We came in the door, said it before
West Side, East Side when we hit the floor
Got the paper fo' sho' got chronic galore
And the ho's keep beggin us to blow some more
[DAZ DILLINGER]
We too rough, we too tough
And the niggas that I hang with is just too much
And we'll fuck you up
When we acting up
Dat Nigga Daz and Eiht straight fucking shit up
Swervin down the block as my system knock
Niggas take what you got, get trip, you get shot
Come through like we usually do for you and who
Draped in blue
Nuthin but riders in my crew
Throwing it up
Mad dog, all in my cup
Smokin blunt after blunt ready to fuck shit up
Nigga what?
How you want it, ain't no survivors, just goners
It's gettin hectic when the 9 start spittin
Burn around and lay every rapper down in your town
Wash 'em up just like the verdict come down
We'll take your shit
Your bitch and your grip
And this is how it is when we take your shit
[EIHT & DAZ]
We came in the door, said it before
West Side, East Side when we hit the floor
Got the paper fo' sho' got chronic galore
And the ho's keep beggin us to blow some more...
[MC EIHT]
Hit and run
Just for fun
But it ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
Stop fakin', baby, cause we got paper to spend
More peso's, guaranteed to clock those
Suppose I be's the nigga with static
Watch my back, always packs the automatic
East coast, West coast fuck that, you dig?
Niggas in your own hood'll split your wig
But me, I'm on the premium
Never on the regular
Connects in bound, trips on my cellular
I'm telling ya
It must be the good life, son
Land of the sunshine, Crystal wine
Keeps one time thinking, suspicious
Twenty-six S-5 hun', twenty inches
Must be the money from the rob, they don't know
Must be the money from the gang, fo' sho'
[EIHT & DAZ]
We came in the door, said it before
West Side, East Side when we hit the floor
Got the paper fo' sho', got chronic galore
And the ho's keep beggin us to blow some more
[DAZ DILLINGER]
Who's your friend or not?
Your old partners from the block
Take and pop shots
Trying to put my life to a stop
Prepare for the murder spree
Bustin' until I'm free of these bastards
Never heard of me and never knew of me
Supposed to love me, homie, show me
Through all the shit that we been through homie, you owe me
Make you pay fo' sho', it is rough
Off brand niggas getting rushed
On the boulevard, times is really getting rough
Call your bluff, why you wanna always front
To be a all day nigga it's a all day stunt
I'm from the East side of Long Beach, and we roll deep
Creep and blow your whole head off, you're caught in the street
Cause
[EIHT & DAZ]
We came in the door, said it before
West Side, East Side when we hit the floor
Got the paper fo' sho', got chronic galore
And the ho's keep beggin us to blow some more...
One two one two
I said the Half Ounce crew
Yeah
Eihthype in the house
You got it started, so let me finish
Fool you can't fuck with the straight up menace, nigga
It's time to pull your fucking card
Bookworm, let me see you squirm cause you ain't that fucking hard
Huh, you tried to put it to the test
But ain't no way your bullet proof vest can protect that bird chest, nigga
Call me the night creeper, the grim reaper
Like boss is deeper, can't escape the street sweeper
Uh, say hello to the motherfucking two
And try to pimp like you're so damn cool
Nigga, I fly heads, leave your whole family dead
Save the drama for your mama cause eiht flies lead
Yeah, I catch that ass up on the flip side
Eiht a loaded lit clip and quik died
I'm giving you a chance to get your bail on
I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome
Now throw your fucking hands in the air
When eiht is evil cause I got the damn desert eagle, nigga
You on your ass like fast in a trap
Me? I fuck your ass like a hoodrat bitch in heat
Take two to your chin and punk I'm straight
Like I said in the beginning don't fuck with eiht
Don't fuck with eiht (repeat 4x)
I need two straps to complete the task
Putting double up fucking wholes in your ass
Think fast, cause you ain't to quick to get dicked wit
You just another punk ass bitch talking bullshit
Uh, it's time to vamp, lick my nuts like a stamp
Before your ass breaks camp, you get fucked like a tramp
Named david, they should call you silly billy
Mark-ass nigga gets rolled like a philly
And you don't want to see me
Dj quik in a khaki bikini
You're schiesty, keniving, skinny like a clucker
Must be smoking, you's a short motherfucker
You can't handle these things when I slang
Cheap like swv you're too weak
Put your shit up on a hanger
Never could you fade a compton banger
Nigga, I'm the one that'll make you cancel all your shows
Strictly for my niggas, so fuck them hoes
No sing no dance, no dance no sing
Just your bald-headed ass with your lips on my big fat thing
Def wish 3, fool, I lay you to bed
Nighty night, motherfucker, take two to the head
Just some more eiht shit for that punk that I pop
Uh, and it just don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
Uh, don't fuck with eiht, bitches, sing
Geah
Mc eiht and chill up in this bitch
The eihthype thugs up in this bitch, geah
Compton in this bitch
And we running this shit like last year my friend, geah
The killers, check it out
I gives a fuck where you from
Could give a mad fuck about your hood sign
Keep hittin' me up and you'll get tore up from the floor up (ping)
You fake niggas need to peep
You gone get hit talking that shit gone get yo' lip split
I reach under my seat for the heat
I bust a u-turn and see your ass dash 'cross the fuckin street
I see you a busta so I start to clown (right)
Cause if you was a g you would have stood yo' ground uh
But geah it's kinda difficult to stand
Your ground when them killers got a strap in his hand
Point it at yo' dome cause you got that wrong color on
You better be hitting that gate real fast or be a shot up ass
But i'ma still hit your block with it cocked
I give a fuck about nuthin, a 159 niggas dumpin (geah)
So don't look dumb
And don't act dumb when we come nigga, fuck where you from uh (geah)
Ain't nuthin' but the killers on this side (that's right)
Ain't nuthin' but the killers on that side (that's right)
Ain't nuthin' but the killers in the front, killers in the back
Strapped with macs
On a mission down compton boulevard (geah)
Some niggas rolling up slow looking too hard (they some bustas)
They some bustas (that's right)
And geah not to mention
My hood is on my hat if them fools payed attention (west side)
Hand on my 9 cause I go for broke (geah uh)
Peep out the corner of my eye through the endo smoke
But what do you know it's another gang story
Some fools done slipped and entered the wrong territory
I told fools about hitting me up with they signs
I guess I gotta hit they ass up with the fuckin 9
Pump 2 slugs in the side of their door
And they probably tryin' to figure what I'm dumpin for (geah)
You don't remember me? well I remember you!
When and your crew tried to roll through the fuckin loop
Now take 2 to your dome
And don't look dumb when we come nigga fuck where you from uh
Chorus...
Desert eagle in the stash and we swervin'
Me, bam, chill, little hawkin bird, da foe in the suburban (west side)
Six deep to the party
Putting out hits on niggas like mr. gotti (geah)
Leave the straps in the truck cause they'll goin pat down
We steps in with evil looks, you better scatter clown (geah what up)
Ain't nuthin but 159 to the 4
Punk motherfuckers what is you starin' for? (geah)
I guess it's time to start thumpin'
Open up to the truck
Come back with the mac and baby start dumpin'
You gone catch some slugs and watch this
Scenes look like some
Niggas in the mist
But I guess we got to of y'all
For all y'all, the funeral call
Geah
Compton
For the millenium
Gangsta
Two thousand and one
Gangsta
Geah
And we doin' this
For the thugs
Ride with your nigga
I can recall the past for y'all
How it started off of small and grew up tall
How it started off soft when they hit the water
Outcome when it's hard that's half and quarters
It's the - lifestyle of the hundred and ??
Mo' money you bring make it hard it to flaunt it
No money can't chase rats they like cheese
If you got money they ain't to please
They ready to freaky it givin' you the ultimate climax
They only out for fucking with niggas with contracts
That's the life in two thousand and one
Still packin' a gun, niggas On The Run
If you rock that shit move slow (move slow)
It's like a jungle sometimes for sure (jungle sometimes)
If you don't make snaps perhaps it don't work (chin chin)
Fuck around in the game you get hurt, geah
Can I get money? Yes you can!
Can I run the block? Yes you can!
Can I get money? Yes you can!
Keep the game on lock? Yes you can!
Can I get money? Yes you can!
Can I run the block? Yes you can!
Can I get money? Yes you can!
Get hoes to jock
Geah
Anybody got beef with the hood hoe that
Some hot hollow points to lay your ass flat
Kidnapped that fool be the number one rule
I learn that lesson way back in school
Gimme the mic, the money and the chronic and I'm straight
Fuck the pussy I had it from the gate (geah)
Hey ?? bitches and play was known
Played hoes big time when they chase the dough
Y'all know the
Money and thugs make the world go round
Cop the next chance money for fucking pounds
If you got beef then bring some mussle
Compton niggas bring supreme hustle
On the late night hype y'all watch your back
Enemies do creeps so watch your step
I do pack heat if y'all ready to meet
True thugs motherfuckers with harder streets
Can I get money? Yes you can!
Can I run the block? Yes you can!
Can I get money? Yes you can!
Keep the game on lock? Yes you can!
Can I get money? Yes you can!
Can I run the block? Yes you can!
Can I get money? Yes you can!
Get hoes to jock
Geah
Criminal mind since the started time
Can't knock out the hustle so y'all bend the rhymes
Gimme mine is a long time come in fact
It's a long line to thugs down with the tacts
You can fall straight back or get you needs dirty
The bird flies fast we get the one early
The late nite hype reveal your blood tight
Another subsist to blow you're base kite
Boo-yaa!
How in the fuck you like me now
Orginal from the west loc making you bow
Take a butt-naked bitches complete the pow-wow
Heads turn
We raise your high row
Praise the stakes chase my life is plates
It's a brand new year with the new five gear
Keep chronic smokin' blowin' in the atmosphere
Eiht did these niggas what y'all have to hear
Can I get money? Yes you can!
Can I run the block? Yes you can!
Can I get money? Yes you can!
Keep the game on lock? Yes you can!
Can I get money? Yes you can!
Can I run the block? Yes you can!
Can I get money? Yes you can!
Get hoes to jock
Geah
And we doin' this
For the millenium
Y'all know the thugs
Y'all wanna do it like we do
Then like me then
It's for all my girls outhere too
Bangin'
West Coast style
All my thug niggas out here representing
"Let 'em in"
"Johnson, you're different from the other colors in here"
"You read books, play chess, write poetry"
"But I don't believe you have any regret whatsoever for taking a man's life"
"Man recognizes his mistakes is ready to seek God's forgiveness"
"Yeah, I read your bible, warden"
"And?"
[Verse 1: MC Eiht]
I was raised in compton, What the fuck, Cause?
A nigga in the hood is always stuck
I'm tryin ta chase dead prez like Larenz Tate
But do it in dog mind-state
It's 187 on whoever don't stop
Throw away the strap right after the pop pop
Then ride shotgun, Pass me the handgun
I still yell out compton, Shoot and run
2 is double the trouble
Double up the work on game gon bubble
Couple of loco's from the westside, Homes
Dope in the coolo, Hand on chromes
One-time, Hoodrats, And beef wit the enemy
Niggaz puffin so much, We smoke like a chimney
Little b.g.'s mane, Givin us the scoop
4 deep, Tryin to creep, Lights off in the coupe
[There they go, There they go]
We squash that in a jiffey
Creep up and shoot in the car just like 50
Click go empty, And it's back to the block
Cause CPT boys so hard knock
Lock up the work, Sell what it's worth
From the days of way back, The days of my birth
I'm so damn cold
One blunt in my hand, My bitch in a chokehold
The hood taught me lessons that can't be told
Whatever you push out, I'll come back eightfold
Sold out? Never, It's compton forever
No one can do it better
Geah, I doubt that
When the guns come out, Y'all could go flat
Now you could fuck all the chat and get a rat-a-tat-tat
Pat down ya pockets like we did in high school
You represent the hood, Always the first rule
I been all around the globe
Hop doggin for the hub like my name was kobe
Sirens, Flashlights, stroll lights
One-time, They never stop at a gunfight
2 compton motherfuckers
[Chorus 1: MC Eiht]
Geah, G-g-g-geah
It's 2 compton motherfuckers, 2 compton muh'fuckas
Geah, G-g-g-geah, G-g-g-geah, Nigga
It's 2 compton motherfuckers
G-g-geah, G-g-geah, 2 compton motherfuckers
[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
Strapped, Come out, Fall to ya knees
A blunt get lit then you beg a nigga please
One squeeze, I could silence the weeds
Another victim how the story reads
I needs no praise, Compton I was raised
Just bump some of my shit bitch and just blaze
Gimme a hit, Tilt, Yeah nigga what's crackin?
Some play too big, Nigga what's the actin?
I start callin out names
And commence to rob yo ass like Jess James
Me and Tha Chill backseat Boom Bam
3 the hood way, So nigga god damn
Slam, Dub dub dub
Let the gangstas run it in the fuckin hub
Wit a slug nose, a little penleton
Gauranteed to shoot the club up right before it close
[Chorus 2: MC Eiht]
It's compton muh-fucka, G-g-geah, G-g-g-geah
It's compton muh-fucka, Geah, It's compton, G-g-geah, G-g-g-geah
It's compton muh-fucka, Geah
Want it gang, G-g-g-geah, It's compton muh-fucka
Gotta fuckin get it, Geah, G-g-g-geah
[Verse 3: Big2daboy]
I'm comin straight outta compton most wanted grimy nigga wit a attitude
6 shots still standing, I'm well known for mashin fools
I get in the blues with or without the true
Bitches screws loose and I just use from outta ya shoes
Busta, ya street punks ain't ready for Big
2 D-A and MC Eiht, You're under dig
2 compton muh'fucka from compton muh'fucka
This to the westside these boys poppin muh'fucka
Like german pistols gon be rippin through ya tissue
It's real in the city, Little homies'll get you
Fuckers, When the guns come out, Y'all niggaz better run
Cause i'm a soldier at war and this is where i'm from
The land of the lost wit me, Gotta protect ya own
And get hit wit the buck thangs, Homie
Drive through dealin at the funeral home
Call Adams or Palmer, ya dead and ya gone
Muh'fucka
[Chorus 3: MC Eiht]
2 compton muh'fuckaz, Geah, G-g-g-geah
It's 2 compton muh'fuckaz, G-g-g-geah
G-g-geah, 2 compton muh'fuckaz, It's 2 compton muh'fuckaz
Compton
In da muthafucking house for da '94 beeitch
Kill'em all off, ya know what I'm sayin'
Niggaz backdafuckup of da compton thug
When I'm chrome off da muthafuckin' chronic hood nigga
1 mo muthafuckin' hit
Lips get split, fake this shit
Never gave a fuck about a hoodrat bitch
Clownin' in da trey with da 3-wheel snitch
So stay da fuck back, you know it's like that
Come strapped with da "k", what can I say
Leave you're ass sceared like dana dane
Nightmare's we comming appears
It don't stop till'a tick tock
Around the clock, electric shock
Is what I send 2 niggaz brain
Specialicin' in cauzing pain
Better yet I put fools to sleep
Like funkadelic I'm n2deep
The compton cyco
(the muthafucking compton cyco) yeah, eh (4x)
Guess who's back from da westside
Killin' muthafuckaz, yeah right
Can't dill when the get starts to spittin'
Compton ain't bullshitin'
Run yo ass like a sceary cat
? ? ? can you fuck with that
I throw da westside out the fuckin' window
Strapped in my lapped as I puff on the indo
Commin' from da muthafuckin' compton-gang
Niggaz on the run got the extra gunz
Droppin' the gangsta shit that you never heard
Call up my niggaz, lil' hawking bird
Now we deep as a muthafuck
Hoodrat bitches prepare to suck
And don't be talkin' that shit cauze we pump
Lay in yo ass than we dump'em
And bitches gank for yo' ritches
Don't give a fuck bout non of yo bitches
The compton cyco
Yeah, the compton cyco
Niggaz on the run
Lil' hawking bird in da muthafuckin' houze
And this is how we do this shit for da 94, yeah
Mc-eiht, dj slip, half oz.
Yo take me the fuck outta here
Compton nigga, yeah
Compton nigga, yeah
Compton fool, yeah
Uh... geah... uh...
Niggaz can't fuck with this... It ain't nuthin but the Eihthype click...
Geah... uh... c'mon
EIHT:
Step in the arena
in 9-6
i'm kinda mean of
felony case catcher
no misdemenour
mentality of a psychopath
when i catch you dippin slip into this blood bath (geah)
the 9 niggas ain't no joke
so you gone bear witness, get this
like the fuccin gun smoke
it don't matter 'cause i got you suspended
fucc up your whole program your life ended
the Tec 9 split up, i'ma get you
unload these muthafuccin hollows till i hit you
fuccin with my mind
the wrong kind
evil as fuck
the glock goes buck... buck... buck... buck
duck
your head
instead
the scene that is left is your mutherfuckin death
my glock goes up
to fools wanna be me
but them punk ass niggas don't wanna see me (c'mon uh geah)
Chorus...
EIHT:
To be or not to be
killed
when you're fuckin with the Eiht, Bam and Chill (geah)
specialize in the murder
rappin
Original Baby fuckin Gangsta streiht ass tappin
i got that ass on cue
you be dazed and confused tryin to figure out
what we fix to do (whut tha fucc?)
you best hit the ground (geah)
these killin niggas
be spittin up the K and don't be fuccin around
i seen two niggas fall (geah)
wait
Eiht
slugs for all of y'all
Boom Bam picks the slack up (geah)
for fools that's tryin to let off Chill gots the Mac up
them killin niggas doin drive bys,
lighten up yo' whole fuckin yard like fire flies
Little Hawk'n Bird got my back G (that's rite)
the glock goes up to them punk ass niggas don't wanna see me
Chorus...
THA CHILL:
Now i remember back when we use to hit lil licks
ever since thirteen i've been hittin the mean Joe Green
big strap in my bacc pocket
just in case a nigga wanted to act a fool i unlock it
cock it
peel his cap back
run nigga ya best ta run, jog to the cluck,
buckin on my way tossed the gun
and now i'm rollin like ain't nuthin went on
but i'm knowin i did that dirt
so i'm knowin i can't go home
shiiit just a little trip
puffin on a little endo
lay low
servin the cluckers and clockin a couple of c-notes
park around the corner from the spot uh
'cause nigga we slangin rocks and the spot it got hot
so i bails up the block with that gangsta strut
rememba the po po hot with my Cavi in my butt
stepped on the porch gave my nigga some dap
hatin at the c-o-p's
Geah, geah
Geah
Geah
We love the West Side
C'mon (ya know)
We get it (we get that boogie - ya know)
And ya know
We get it (we like to boogie)
Geah
Check it out
Easily I approach
The gangsta party with my strap and smoke
Tell your hoodratz to stop trynna trick
I got no time to give 'em my dick
I'm gon' grab it (geah)
And dip to the Cal
And if you love rapping the West scream loud (West Side!)
Unload the barrels and start to chuckle
Take it from the knuckles who watch me sparkle
Mathematics that I make
When I ride on paper
Told tales 'bout capers when we jump on taper
In the days of old I was a nut
Guarantee to leave three ammo in your gut (boom boom)
Heard the gun blast so you run to your crew
Laying on the ground and you scream for you boo
But this is the West bitch (west!)
A real G never switch
Never stoppin' to grind till we filthy rich, geah (c'mon, geah)
We get the money
Geah, and ya know
Geah
We do it our best, geah
We like to boogie
Ya know (geah)
We get down, geah
And we playing the west side
Geah, and you know (you know)
(West Side)
We get that money
(Geah)
We got it
Gone
Nobody move nobody get hurt
What you need, we got that work
Keep it under your shirt
Stay close to the decoy bitch ??? on skirt
Have my thing on a plane tryin' to being back change
Cop the next thing smokin' if you see look strange
Tryin' to cop fancy cars designer names
Gotta keep your heat and cop this valet games
Holla at your nigga trying to make a dollar
In a club more to swallow
Poppin' your collar
Is it the
Mercedes key or the Chevy Impala
Tight grip on my dick like a ??
When I bust
You turn at 9 I'm gon' burn
Taking over ya block got cash to earn
Y'all learn ya lesson, my Smith & Wesson
Anyone on your block I do depressing, geah
We get it
We get the money
Geah, and ya know
We get it, geah
We like to boogie, geah
Ya know
We get it, geah
We playing the west side
Geah, and you know (you know)
(West Side)
We get it
We get it
We got it
Gone
Ride high
Music to drive-by
Thugs stay true to the hood so ??
Compton's still on the map
Now that's fly
Y'all keep reppin' the blocks when I'll die
Some is Section 8, still talkin' that way
Clientele never wait for a release day
Gotta outta town ?? tryin' to check my rate
It's so hard from state to state
Throw up the ?? ooh, wait a minute!
A car full of thug niggas geah I'm in it (geah)
In a Lex but the seats back any to ??
Hoes green and cash raid to spin it
Who the G's with the Glocks?
Nigga it's us
Bust and tussle
Nigga it's us
Got the mussel
Nigga it's us
Still scream hustle and we dangerous, c'mon
We get it
We get that money, geah
And you know, geah
We get it
And we like to boogie, geah
And you know
We get it
And we playin' the West Side, geah
And you know, c'mon, geah
We get it
We get it
We got it
Geah
Geah
C'mon geah (right)
C'mon
I comes from the depths of hell
Where - killin' niggas roam
Illegal mobile phones, 4-5's and 9's: that's chrome
Abbreviated sets is where they macks
Crack sales in stacks
Government pay no taxes
If one times roll through they get hit up
No bullet proof vest protects that chest
Blood gets spit up (geah)
You can't believe it like aids with eazy
Fools be droppin when I be
Poppin 'em straight lookin' breezy (geah)
Damn why the fuck do they live like that?
How come
Every lil' park boy carry a gat? (I don't know)
Pull car jacks and drive-by's on innocent by (I don't know) standers
Intimidate niggas who can't stand us (geah)
So baby don't be caught nappin'
In clubs, we scrappin on blocks
We cappin on niggas, we straight snappin' (that's right)
The way you livin' ain't worth a fuck (geah)
We straight thuggin' it up c'mon (geah)
Somebody say
Geah
Somebody say
Geah (that's right)
Somebody say
We straight thuggin' it up
C'mon nigga
I walks around with the glocks all day
Puttin in work that compton way (compton)
Back pocket of the khakis where the rag sticks out
One time comin fast(geah)
I hear the cluck shout, but uh...
It's too late, I done stuffed the rocks up in my ass
But I dash like the flash quick fast to get my cash
Cause ain't no future in this frontin
Corners I bend to get more ends (geah)
On fools I'm dumpin'
And to my homies I got clout
Baby black's got stack and my mom's trying to figure me out
Where the fuck you get that chain around your neck son?
Where the fuck you get your hands on that damn gun? (geah)
I said momma please
Cause I got dreams of slangin' ki's, rollin' on d's
Bear wit' me cause this live is fucked (geah)
Streiht thuggin' it up, c'mon geah
Somebody say
Geah
Somebody say
Geah (that's right)
Somebody say
We straight thuggin' it up
Geah
Compton
Yeah
West side (geah)
Somebody say
We straight thuggin' it up
Shit ain't worked out to good
Cause jealous ass fellows got my name floatin' all through the hood
So now I rolls with the 9
Watch my back for the pack and even one time
Mom's on nervous status
Put her on tha midnight train like gladys
I see some headlights late night in the mirror
I make 2 turns, they make 2 turns now it's time to burn
I hits the pedal then I jet
Duckin' while they buckin', I'm buckin' back cause I ain't dead yet
I caught 2 slugs from his chrome (damn)
But he caught 2 slugs in his dome (pop pop)
Now it's time to take me home
And I'm lyin on my back (geah)
Spittin up blood, and I'm thinkin' to my muthafuckin self
No more livin' in this life that's fucked (geah)
Die thuggin' it up, c'mon geah
Somebody say
Geah
Somebody say
Geah (that's right)
Somebody say
We straight thuggin' it up
C'mon
Compton
Somebody say
West side!
Somebody say
Geah
We straight thuggin' it up
C'mon
Straight thuggin' it up
C'mon geah
Straight thuggin' it up
C'mon sing
My homie short
Casual
Tight loc
[ intro ]
Gyeah
Regulatin for the west
Hoo bangin gangstas in the house
Gyeah
Compton
All day
For the thugs
[ verse 1 ]
I tell you it's hell up in compton, know what I mean
Niggas'll keep you dumpin plottin for cream
On a late night tip straight chasin your dream
Just a young knucklehead tryin to run with the team
Moms and pops tripped and slipped into the split
Now the days got tight cause this nigga wasn't gettin shit
The old fools down the block said: you're dumb
If you sling that white they will come
Now I know the game 50 double into the c- note
The beach cruiser flipped into the el camino
My hoodrat bitch done got a little class
Swap meet jewelry to tight jeans with ass
The .380 tucked away in a stash
The old school tapes I pumps in the dash
Just so I can smash
Sometimes I wonder how the hood life could last
[ chorus ]
The hood still took me under ( somebody help me out )
That's true
The hood still got me nigga
Like you
Gettin money on the blocks with my crew ( I don't wanna be here )
I'll be a thug nigga till my days is through
Come on
The hood still got me under ( somebody help me out )
That's true
The hood got me nigga
Like you
Gettin money on the blocks with my crew ( I don't wanna be here )
I'll be a thug nigga till my days is trough
[ verse 2 ]
One-times is gafflin that's the story
Another drive-by, another territory
Seems that they got a nigga all shook up
Y'all know we run the fuckin streets if we all hook up
But fuck it back to the fat packs I cook up
Your clientel down the block I straight took up
Dead presidents I got to stack it (ching-ching)
Infiltrators can't see the [ ] in my jacket
Lord you gotta forgive me for bein a thug
Niggas cross the frontline, catch the slug
Bullet cracks the window, body hits the rug
Burn rubber-sound means a nigga just dug
Out the crime scene back to my section
Slippin in the dark, shoulda had protection
That's how it goes never take shit lightly
Hoo bangin gangstas thinkin just like me
[ chorus ]
Check this out ( somebody help me out )
Gyeah
Compton all day
Come on ( somebody help me out )
Hoo bang all day nigga ( somebody help me out )
Representin for the west ( somebody help me out )
Gyeah
[ chorus ]
Gyeah ( somebody help me out )
Representin for all the thugs ( I don't wanna be here )
For all the thugs rest in peace
The real g's
Gyeah ( somebody help me out )
You know how we do it ( I don't wanna be here )
Representin for the west
Hoo bangin affiliance
Compton
Gyeah
( somebody help me out )
( somebody help me out )
( somebody help me out )
( I don't wanna be here )
( somebody help me out )
[Intro]
Geah! G-g-geah! G-g-g-geah! G-g-g-g-geah!
Cmon, It's compton!
G-g-g-geah, It's compton!
Uh, Dub I-N-C
[Verse 1]
Who in the fuck can y'all call along to represent?
Disrespect the west and he talkin shit
Til the casket drops, boy I don't quit
Wit the hammer cocked back, boy too legit
That's gangsta, the only thing I'm wit
Compton hoodrats, every word I spit
And ain't nothin but lowlives, girl go buy jeans
Try to find her a hood star, bitch got big dreams
Man, her and the homegirl fuckin teens
Tryin to make it to hood rich by all means
A true west coaster, gun, no holster
Wit the gang bang signs thrown up at my poster
There's so many motherfuckin in love thugs
Got quick to spit love arrows, no slugs
We ain't doin nothin but shootin up in the clubs
West coast niggaz, wrong fools to rub
[Chorus 1]
Geah, Geah, Geah, Geah
It's compton
Dub I-N-C, Uh, Dub I-N-C
[Verse 2]
In the middle of the street, Let the strap commence
Tryin to fuck wit the best side, It's so nonsense
It's obvious I got the best of you
What's left is the breath of the all star shoot
It's all for the money, What would you do?
Sell out for the shit? Real g's stay true
To my real street rhymers, Reppin lifetimers
Niggaz still strugglin, Fuck them hill climbers
We ain't tryin to outshine, Speak the outline
I could say it last time, The hood is mine
And I gotta deal wit so many jealous-ass fools
Still smilin in my face man, We ain't cool
You ain't earn no respect boy, Follow the rules
Bitches tellin me eiht don't be so cruel
Geah, That's just the way we live
Don't worry, Cause I got extra shots to give
[Chorus 2]
Geah, Geah, Geah
Dub I-N-C, Cmon it's compton
Geah, Geah
Nobody beat us kid, Nobody beat us kid
[Verse 3]
Man I can't stop and I won't stop
Reppin dub s til the casket drops
And if y'all fearin the west, Best call the cops
Symbolize wearin hood bandannas in drops
Homeboys, Make some noise, Ya guns pop
Hoodrats in the summer shorts, Skirts, And tops
Barroom brawls, Backs against walls
Wit a bail of 20 g's, Bitch make some calls
And i'ma stay so hood
Street stripes ain't talkin so I knock on wood
Nigga, I fight the power, Black steel in the hour
Even motherfucker who spit it could never get it
And I'm wit that, As a matter of fact
One hand over the dash, Stop the blowback
Catch a blow, Jack, Oh no, It's not a act
While you face down, Ya bitch givin the bozack
[Chorus 3: x2]
Geah, G-g-g-g-geah, It's compton
G-g-g-g-geah, Uh, Nobody beat us kid
Nobody beat us kid
[Outro]
To the West, you know how the fuck we do
Uh, nobody beat us kid, nobody beat us kid
Geah, original, CM Dub, geah
Geah
Geah
(C?mon)
Sendin? this one right here
To all the girls out there that get down like they live
Fuck it
Roll with the hoo-bangers
Geah
You like the way I get down like y?all live
Check it out
Ya'll know the bitch
I need, nuthin but cash and weed
Out of town trips, slips my cash with speed
Don?t get it twisted, no captain
But I?m cappin? and duckin?
While a hoe hides me out and I?m steadily fuckin?
Doin' your thang
While I teach you how to hop on planes
Get this cream from this fool with the country name
Same day you get back, my bankroll stack
As a matter of fact, you know I like that
Sticky bitches have niggas straight spendin? they dough
Ya know cash runs everything around a hoe
Greedy as fuck, a chicken tryin? to scheme on chickens
Greedy as fuck, to pay the bitch, she keep on lickin?
I love the hoe
She?s out to get my paper fo? sho?
Anytime and place she ready to go
Love scratch
No pigeon in the world could match
Simple as fuck
Hood rats ain?t hard to catch
Geah
Hood rats
We lovin ?em ho?s, we lovin ?em ho?s
C?mon, geah
Sing with me
C?mon geah
Sneaky 'cause she wanna just fuck for ends
Fuck and spend, fuck, run tell yo? friends
All of ya'll do their fuckin? shit
All your homegirl, bitch, who you fuckin? with
Gossip you spit
Put each other up on game
On which nigga?s got chips, routine?s the same
Shakin? that ass with the jiggle and twitch
In the club bustin?, knowin I?ma want that bitch
You ain?t seein a nigga ghetto rich
Ghetto fab, ghetto star
Hop off stage, [unverified] bless thou [unverified]
No questions asked, that?s the role you play
You hit me up on Monday
Fuck the bitch anyway
It ain?t nuthin?
And leave suckas say, ?The bitch good for somethin'?
Anywhere, any day, any hour
In front of anybody, in the shower
Geah
Hood rats
I?m lovin ?em ho?s, I?m lovin ?em ho?s
Geah ya know how it goes
Hood rats
Geah, check me out
Is she or she not the top notch?
Watch the peddle pushers and rocks in a [unverified]
How she cop, bitch flips, trips, no sleepin'
Back to the club where she strips on a weekend
You know what I?m speakin? she?s out to get yo? bread
[Unverified] up, choke up, showin' some leg
Get down like you live and get down on a dime
You bring yo? home girl, that?s fine
Who is better?
I got the chedder ready to spend
With a video tape so I can record the date
Fuckin? with Eiht it?s all good
Now back that ass up like you know you should
Know the game alive, toss chips
Watch you get down and start movin? the crowd
Geah, say it loud
Geah, uh
In the muthafuckin' house
Back for the 9 to the 6, geah, uh
Ain't nuthin' but the eihthype thugs nigga
Geah
(stick 'em)
Compton in this bitch
Check it out, geah
I'm giving you that funky funky ass shit
That you gots to fuck with, uh
So stand back cause I don't want my funk to rub off
On your silly billy ass, yeah you too soft, uh
I'm giving that brain a little tickle
You better than a bitch licking on your pop sicle
Uh fool, you know I'm too cold
I'll leave that ass hanging
Dangling like a bitch on hold (stick 'em)
Gets off my thing
You cling like static
I spits like a fucking automatic (brrr)
Classy bitches, I'm in 'em, uh
I'm deadly like poison, fucking snakes venom
Your parents say don't do me (uh uh)
But I'm the bomb so they run right to me (run run run)
As you inhale everything seems right
Ready to take you on that late night hype (get em)
The endoness
Westside
Geah, c'mon uh
The endoness, uh (stick em)
Damn, must be the shit
Hitting at last as you burn them finger tips (damn)
Must be the chronic
Invincible like steve austin... ddddddddddd... bionic
I touch the brains of many
The more you want the more you get (geah), no shit
You'll find all kinds but none like this
You need this
The shit - that seedless
A brand new trip
Exciting as your cells do back flips (c'mon uh)
I might just fuck up your sinus
And put that ass to sleep like linus
So hit me, hit me again, hit me three times
That ass is mine, geah
I'ma take you through
Virtue - reality, it won't hurt you
The endoness
Aaah, come on, uh geah
Eihthype in the house, nigga
Eihthype in the house, get 'em
Uh, eihthype in the house, nigga
We funky, we funky, geah, stick 'em
Compton, nigga c'mon
Watch out now don't hit it too long
Just save a little for your friends and get some more
If they got ends (what up erb)
Get it from the hub and take no chances
Smoked out no doubt your brain enhances
Put your brain on drugs (that's right)
Hypnotised by the eihthype thugs
Want beach blonde muthafuckas in nappy-head dreads
No stress take the boo-yaa bomb instead
And I'm the only one that got it
You fucking with that bullshit baby, we gon' spot it
Out of your lungs comes blow up (oh yeah)
You shouldn't've fucked on that weed now you throw up
Paranoid and you twitching
Heat waves, wake up nigga start switching
Because we just can't fuck with that stress
We take you on that late nite hype to the endoness
Aaahh, geah
Eihthype in the house, nigga
Eihthype in the house, nigga
Geah
Eihthype in the house nigga geah
West side, we funky
Eastside, we funky
Or whatever side you from nigga
We funky now
We funky...
Uh, eihthype in this bitch
Compton in this bitch
We funky now
Geah, uh
In the muthafuckin house
Is you with me...
For the 9 to the 6
Bitch
Eihthype in the house
The thug niggas in the house
Compton in this bitch, uh
Is you with me?
Is you with me?
Cause these niggas...
I was raised on the fucked up side of town
Moms used to make me wear hand-me-downs
Pops wasn't around, nigga pulled a skip to my loot
In the midst of the shit what the fuck to do?
No mercedes benz (that's right)
Moms used to cluck a lotta fuckin ends (that's right)
But a young nigga needs the green in this day and age
Phones my seven man crew, grabs the 12 gauge
But now fools tryin to trip
My little homie named sis say you best not slip (watch out)
I hear some fools say you got too much shit
I look at them niggas and say you don't know who you fucking with
Just watch your back for them skan'less pack of niggas
On me and my seven man crew, they wanna pull the trigger
But we on a quest for niggas that's dealin (that's right)
Son, it's either drugs or killin, c'mon
Is you with me? is you with me?
Cause these niggas straight killin for life
Geah
Damn they done got my nigga (shit)
But before he killed off he told me who pulled the trigger
(geah, right)
Lying in my arms dying, what is this?
And I'm thinkin' I gots to handle my business
Gots to get my hands on my gat
But my g's say: nigga please we'll handle that! (we got that!)
As they procede to put the hit down
I hooks up with this big boss across town (ping)
He pullin' all kinds of schemes to get the green like robbin trains
But now me flips all them snips to gets to stacking caine
Sets up shot on your block to clock ends (that's right)
And I heard your big homey went straight to the pen
I heard one time done found his straps
Snatch one of my little locos for the murder rap (check it out)
We gon' get you out cause ain't no stoppin
Something just got to be poppin from all this drugs and killin
Is you with me? is you with me?
Cause these niggas straight killin for life...
Eihthype in the house
Compton in the house
Geah, nigga
10 years passed and I got fat pockets
Niggas be trippin I grabs the glock and then I quickly lock it
Business is boomin and the birds still flying south
I guess it's time to get my muthafuckin homie out
Moms is tryin to tell me to quit
And my girl is gettin pissed cause she's tired of the shit
I got fools at my back door tryin to buck
But I'm that killin-ass nigga who don't give a fuck
Now my long time rival is tryin to break me down
Done kidnapped my man, goddamn
He said he want the keys
But that punk-ass nigga can't get none of these (pop pop pop)
To get my homie back I bust his cap
And now my homie in the pen is back on the map (geah)
My crew's back on swoll and we chillin
We rolls around and we get top billin
Geah, back on top, don't know if i'ma stop
This muthafuckin' drugs and killin
Is you with me? is you with me?
Cause these niggas straight killing for life...
Geah
Is you with me?
Geah
Geah
One two, one two, uh
(compton 4 death...)
And how's the fuck we gon' doin' in this one
Y'all don't hear me up in here
Geah
Half ounce one time, stick'em
Represent
Eight years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some gangsta rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
I grabbed the blunt and then it went this way
Eiht bucked a nigga down to the ground
And everybody heard about the compton sound
Criminals to drug - dealers grouped with skan'less hoes
To the baby kids making the hood grow
Can you feel me? gotta make my pay!
To the niggas that wanna kill me: I don't play!
Walk this way, no foul play I'm n 2 deep
One times make a nigga wanna play for keeps
Sometimes makes me wanna holler
How your homies from the same game wanna tame you for your dollar?
Nuthin' to lose, I choose to get a rep
Step, yep nigga, compton 4 death, hit me
Compton 4 death...
Got a thousand for you bitches tryin' to handle this
Representin' eazy e's compton city g's
My buckshots put holes in your truck windows
Another casket closed as the church choir blows
Bitches gon' set you up on a fast trap
Niggaz gon' pull up to pull a fast cap
Gotta get your - mean green to spend
Gotta get your mean green and blow weed my friend
To the westside connect with these gangsta threats
Commence to represent them compton streets
My 44 mag slugs guaranteed to fly (boom boom)
The murder I wrote with intent to die
To the pen cause i'ma do you in for the killin'
Straight to hell and back, big black mack
I'm strapped
On the daily, compton criminal, crazy just to get a rep
Compton 4 death
Compton 4 death...
Geah
One two one two, stick'em
Half ounce in the house, c'mon
One two one two, geah
Half ounce in the house, c'mon
One two one two
How the fuck we do it
Represent
Follow e down the road to the terror dome
A-wax keep totin' my fucking chrome
Takin you to the year two thou'
How you like me now?
Keep servin' you with the pow
No time to think, my instinct's do or die
When I ride for the west side nuthin' but high
Bitches don't cry
It'll be some other sad love shit
Cruise down the block, another hoodrat to hit
Pay attention while I mention how I been payin' dues
Since boulevard and corduroys and high school
When bitches talk shit we straight pump
When bloods and crips commence to chalk 'em
Givin it to you, the real deal now you know
Chills with me, a whole greenery to straight blow
Sittin on top of the world, s'yep
C.m.w. no love, compton 4 death geah
One two one two stick'em
Half ounce in the house stick'em
Compton in the house stick'em
And all y'all butt-naked lick'em
Geah
And that's how the fuck we do it
Representin' the west
Check it out
[Chorus]
Can I get mine? Can I get your money? Cause ain't a damn thing funny
Niggas you know the deal
Needs nuthin' but cash
Serves the late night fiends to collects my green
Peeps the dramatics
Still no time for static
Paper to all my crew
You know how we do
Controls the work force
Y'all know what I'm speakin'
Broke niggas I gets my clown on, ho's I gets my pound on
Silk shirts to leather kicks with flicks in Paris
Smoke bud in every state, no cases filed for rape
Can't escapes that
It's the life of the rhymer, fool
Me please, I insist to make G's
Chills at the top dollar spots with bitches
So they can get a glance at the Eihthype riches
Bitches they wanna follow and peeps my route
But soon catch a hollow and be assed out
Ain't no competition
Wishing on a star
Won't get your ass to very far
Dumps out the car, gives a fuck who you are
Picks up the stank ho's that chill at the bar
[Chorus...]
Come on, uh
Half Ounce one time
Represent, geah
Soul Assassins two time
Represent, geah
You know how we do, you know how we do
Who lounges the best with bitches by the pool
Shooting pool, laid back, we too cool
Muggs with all the China white, still heavy weighting
For the cops to instigate fools player hating
Two bitches on my arm
But I ain't greedy
As I gives to the needy, picks up real speedy
You know who moves the crowd like a hot A.K.
Money spends, bitches throw ass my way
Gives me lots of pesos for the 'migos
Pump it hottie, Eihthype rocks the party
Who gets away to pay the D.A.
So I can float around to make my pay
Pay backs a muthafucka you know?
Fools that short stop best beware for the pop
Niggas stop, drop and roll
+Youse a Customer+, heavy weights is straight hustlers
[Chorus...]
Geah
Eihthype one time
You know how we do, you know how we do
Geah
My nigga Muggs with his China white still pushing that
Soul Assassin two times come on
Half Ounce one time, uh
Geah
[Dresta]
Ay wassup?!
Haha
Y'all jump on in
It's my homeboy Crooked I
I'm Dresta Tha Gangsta kna 'mean?
We supposed to pick up my homeboy Eiht
I wan' try to hit him up right now to see what's happ'nin
[Verse 1: Dresta]
I know you love it, the most rugged Mc's, out the Gate
It's Dresta with them drunkest Crooked I and the Eiht
Oh-Oh, 2 Compton niggas known for freakin 'em right
Man, Crooked late at night got 3 and they tight
In the Bourbon, swervin', do Irvine try'na catch Eiht
So we can hook him with the 3rd fine lady
Named Mercedes, got a body like a 'Maserati'
Thinkin to myself:'I must be crazy! Tryna give away this hottie!'
Now I glance at the passenger seat
Can't deny that this girl by my side was just too damn fly
Too Jeopardized, I just glanced at her eyes
And them caramel thighs make my main man rise
Can't wait to re-arrive at the 'tele
So I can lick them honey off that ring on her belly
For so', I glance in the mirror once mo'
Loc, I gotta catch Eiht 'cause I know he gon' love this hoe
[Chorus]
Real G's get lonely
We can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Sweet Black Pussy)
I only fuck with real niggas only
We can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Sweet Black Pussy)
[Verse 2: Mc Eiht]
I gives a damn how these hoes tryna floss these days
Cause they still gets the nuts, fucks tramps and sluts
I must have kill it, the way you want me, ride the pony
'Secrets' like Toni(Braxton), members only
Dresta, I heard they turn in tricks for bucks
2 tricks get the dicks hard, ready to suck
Don't be havin me in suspense, but in the meanwhile
I be dippin up in the LB with C-Style
Back to the CPT, home bud and Tanquerina
Beatin' up the pussy like Ike(Turner) beat up Tina(Turner)
You know me, the gangsta love'll never wine and dine
Keep it tight, anytime I fuck it like [name]
Lately the Hype, I know it ain't right
3 a.m. I ring your phone every night
Let's play house, no cat and mouse
Don't floant it, Eiht just give it how you want it
But in the end don't press your luck
Because ain't no bitch like the bitch I fucked!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Crooked I]
Fuck the bullshit, the pimps at the pool pit
I know that you want chips but dick is all you get
I knock them skins out like always trained by custom auto
Never givin' a bitch shit, that's a hustlers motto
Except sumptin' to swallow
Now your boyfriend wanna follow
Hit a nigga with a hollow tip and fuck the bitch tomorrow
I can never be your simp, trick!
I'm slappin bitches with 9 inches, the limp dick
Plus a pimps dick
Dig short, small, diggin 'em large and tall
Y'all the bigger they are the harder they fall
I fuck 'em all!!
The hoe-philosopher, broke, dope and popular
Still strokin' , now goin deeper than Ocean (??)
I got your 'bra, gettin ready for the pony ride
Doggy-style, so I can hit the backsiiiide
Grab the head pump that ass in the air
What did you know?
The hoe hollered:'how ya do dat dere?!'
[Chorus]
(feat. Havoc (SCC))
[HAVOC]
Ping, ping, ping, muthafucka, it's ricochet Havoc
Coming with the muthafuckin automatic
All niggas and bitches who ain't down with Eiht
I'm givin they ass much muthafuckin static
Geah like my nigga Eiht say, fuck 'em all
[EIHT]
Geah, doin it that thuggish way
Compton, come on
I got controversy like ? since I hit the big time
Noses be sniffin' my fuckin ass to see what's mine (get 'em)
You best think twice tryin to take
What they make
Punk bitch, I'm nuthin' nice (geah)
You need to shut your trap
This ain't no gangsta rap (get 'em)
It's gonna peel your cap
Keep snitchin', my fingers twitchin'
Never seen a muthafucka (get 'em)
Keeps bitchin, uh
We rolls through you
Who got beef? Teeth smacked out instomatic
Automatic static
You better be makin out your funeral plans
You gets macked up by the notorious murderin man (c'mon geah)
I chalks up more points than basketball, now Kurtis Blow
Buck that Blow gots to go
Niggas run fast when we hoo-ride
When we spittin you gets banked up the blind side
Jealous fools keep on talking while you walking
Cause I'ma hit you up
And say fuc em all
Somebody say fuc em all...
I like when niggas talk much shit about me, gots to smile
Let me know I've been on they mind for a while
Eiht this, Eiht that
Who's fucking Eiht
Who's sucking Eiht, wait
Wanna be in my pockets
Look it little hoe so bring that eye close, I'ma sock it
Test my gang affiliation
And you gon' get hit, no shit, sent on a long vacation
Got my shit floatin just like pigeons, can't fake it
Damn sho' can't fake it so you wanna take it fools
Ducking, don't push me
Calling up bitches, wanna salt me up
To get the pussy
Get it on your own
If you can't get it, need to quit it
Bitch leave it alone
(Bitch) So don't run game with my name
If you do it's a damn shame, geah
So watch me ball as I stand tall
To yell fuc em all
Somebody yell fuc em all, it don' stop...
Bitches all up in my business
But they really can't tell what my game is (that's right)
Wanna know who I'm in, I hope the
Bitches stop gossippin'
Wishing they was Oprah
8 million stories is what they having
Save it
You got more drama than David (sorry-ass)
Pay no attention to bitches, fuck that
I gots no cheese for them first class hoodrats
Playing on my pager and my phone ain't no love at all
But get your punk-ass nigga, friends to call
Uh, I gots no choice
"Fuck you bitch" comes straight out my voice
Not all ho's is bitches, y'know what I'm sayin'
But they set up traps to get pregnant and keep a nigga paying
These chips ain't for dippin
Keep that grand canyon pussy, ain't no whipping
So scoot that ass on before you get the boot
Geah all alone
It's like that
In the nine to the six, uh
Fuc em all
Somebody yell fuc em all...
It don't stop...
In the muthafuckin house, nigga
Eihthype in the house
Nigga On The Run in the house
Little Hawk & Bird in the house
I say Da Foe in the house
Yeah, blue stamp official
Keep it counter
Yeah, 8 kid to shut em down, ghetto be the pro now
Love it cause it's underground
Just like the shot lights, tell me how you seen
The hoes with the pretty face, ass extreme
Dreams of fucking a celebrity, yeah
Stuck up in the ass but them love hood did
Yeah, you know the motton, hennesy bottle
In the lap, right next to the strap, the homies follow
Ghetto, yeah so infamous, screaming innocence, with the evidence
Jail fight for the young and mean I represent
Shady promoters, niggas grown ever since
Long as the beat keep banging, niggas come
The hoes sing every word, feel good, ha
That's what a motherfucker bring
You stamped official, so let the shit bring
Get yours niggas I get mine
And everything is fine, and give it the blue stamp
Get yours niggas I get mine
We on push the line and give it the blue stamp
Get yours niggas I get mine
We run from one time and give it the blue stamp
Niggas yeah, rep your town
Bitches, yeah, rep your town
You're a customer, so the product ride
So every fucking thang gonna be so tight alright
Soon the elite go to business vary
Fight for the neighborhood I'm a missionary
Wake up everybody, we back in the place
Some real niggas and bitches invade your space
Give a fuck where you from, homes store up your fingers
A new ghetto tone for your ...ringers
Tryina bring back the sound that you missing bad
Get rid of these phoney motherfuckers drinks and fats
8 got your medicines
Yes, bomb, my bomb niggas all in, fuck with me
Some niggas loyalty is only skin deep
We straight from the street, so they talk it don't speak
I say your name so weak, it's compton everyday I rep it in my sleep
Get yours niggas I get mine
And everything is fine, and give it the blue stamp
Get yours niggas I get mine
We on push the line and give it the blue stamp
Get yours niggas I get mine
We run from one time and give it the blue stamp
Niggas yeah, rep your town
Bitches, yeah, rep your town
Niggas from the hood so it's guarantee west
It's where a nigga headed, so the brain don't rest
It's no competition, the amateurs don't impress
It's money over hoes, you trick you don't mess
Gangster, gangster, heard all about
The only nigga's back in town runnin her mouth
Tryian smoke a couple palm trees
Niggas banging impala music
You know them og's
Compton, niggas where your dues pay
Sliding in my ride, house shoes, sippin coole
Who you wanna fade, compton original
Fuck it, this the west nigga, any individual
Bump a couple towns now send the residuals
Want the real west coast, nigga here it goes
Nigga make it sound so real,
The drive by music so good in your ear, come on
Get yours niggas I get mine
And everything is fine, and give it the blue stamp
Get yours niggas I get mine
We on push the line and give it the blue stamp
Get yours niggas I get mine
We run from one time and give it the blue stamp
Niggas yeah, rep your town
[Verse]
I'm on the 9 1 Chevrolet crawl
Heading west where the motherfucking sun fall
West up y'all like my nigga Dub
I keep it level to the 13s don't rub
38 snub if a nigga got beef
Ashtray roaches of some fucking chronic leaf
Grief gon come to some unlucky mother
We in so deep but I keeps my brother
Only the rap tales and niggas with high bails
Make sure the herb weigh right on the scales
Smoking in the city for real it's no play
Smoke in the air and west this way
We come strapped so niggas a take flight
Or rather fuck around with a rat ass type
Yeah authentic words from the pen
Flow to the pad and yeah do it again
Yeah
[Hook]x2
Baby it's on you probably wonder why its taking so long
Bitch have my money niggas they tote straps
Compton all day west coast on the map
[Verse]
Niggas slang shit just the make ends grow
Fast money come nigga fast money go
Out spot light how I like my ho
Clyde Bonnie bitch on a one time show
Stay down for your nigga I'm headed back to jail
Money on the books mean the product sells
Hell that's the motherfucking life I lead
Nigga on the run a ho and good weed
Music to drive by in the cd player
Words pronounced clear from the hood rhymes sayer
Pay your dues which way you chose
I'm west with it nigga so yeah that's good news
Bitches sing the blues if she know Eigh lines
Maybe she know a nigga that's just like mines
Trying to get mines we fines
It's hard like I need a scene sometimes
And uh
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