1.Def Wish Iv
'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？'
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
'now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em
Shit it ain't that hard'
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
Uh
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
Wessyyyde
2.Ain't Nuthin' 2 It
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)
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
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
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...
Shit, that's kinda hard to do, big baby
3.Killin Nigguz
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
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？
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...
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, true blue thugs from the muthafuckin' steets
4.Run 4 Your Life
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...
Run
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
5.Endoness
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
6.Thuggin It Up
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
Rest in peace
7.Love 4 Tha Hood
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...
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
Niggas like quik ha ha ahaha, geah
8.Late Nite Hype Part 2
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
Geah
9.Set Trippin'
Geah
Ain't nothin but killers in this bitch
Ugh
Check it out
In the muthafuckin house
Nigga
For the 9 to the 6
Ain't nothin but the viii hype thugs
Ugh
It ain't nothin but the viii hype thugs
It ain't nothin but the viii hype thugs
Geah, nigga
Check it out
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
Set trippin
Them niggas are flippin
Got a gang of guns
So you gots to run (2x)
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
Nigga
Mc eiht in the house
Take 2 to your mouth
Boom bam in the house
Take 2 to your mouth
Nigga
It's just a handfull of niggas can hang with me
I'm a 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
59
Comtpon all day
We don't play
(try to deal with it)
And we out
10.Collect My Stripez
(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
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
(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
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house, erb
11.Fuc Your Hood
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
I don't give a damn where you from nigga, geah
12.You Can't See Me
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 cuz 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)
But
Wait
Eiht
Got
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
Cuz 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
Tryin to see these
13.Drugs ＆ Killin
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
Uh, c'mon y'all geah
14.Killin Season
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
Ugh
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
Bam
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
Ugh
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
Fuck the shit
15.Niggaz That Kill(Endolude)
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
16.Def Wish Iii(Intro)
17.Def Wish Iii
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
Don't fuck with eiht (repeat 4x)
18.Take 2 With Me
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
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
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
Uhh
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
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
And we outta here
19.All For The Money
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 (repeat 2x)
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 (repeat 2x)
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 (repeat 6x)
20.Compton Cyco
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 youre 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
Niggaz on the run
21.Niggaz Make The Hood Go Round
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
Eihthype's in this bitch
22.Nuthin' But High(Endolude)
23.We Come Strapped
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
Geah
24.Can I Still Kill It？
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
Yo willie take me the fuck outta here
25.Goin' Out Like Geez
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
And this is going out to all the compton g's, geah
26.Nuthin' But The Gangsta
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 cuz 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
Cuz 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)
Geyeah
27.Hard Times
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
Nigga
28.Compton Bomb
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
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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
West side bomb fool
29.2 Tha Westside(Endolude)
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