1.Section 8(Intro)
2.Living N' Tha Streets
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
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 its 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
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
Gyeah
I said bangin in the cpt
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 its 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 ya'll see the hollow its 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
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
Uhh
I said bangin in the cpt
Gyeah
Uhh
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
Uhh
I said bangin in the cpt
Come on check me out
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
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
Gyeah
3.My Life
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
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 ya'll 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
My life , my life , my life
With the tech 9 , come on
I said my life , my life , my life
Check it out
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
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
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
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
Gyeah
4.Murder At Night
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
Geah
5.Caution
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
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
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
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
Gyeah
6.The Getaway(Skit)
7.Automatic
(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
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!'
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!
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
Shells ricochet up your body, ping ping
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
8.Strawberriez -n- Cream
Geah (hey)
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
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...
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...
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
Tryin' to regulate that
9.Flatline
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 cuz 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
You catch the flatline
10.Dayz Of '89
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
11.Tha Hood Still Got Me Under
Gyeah
Regulatin for the west
Hoo bangin gangstas in the house
Gyeah
Compton
All day
For the thugs
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
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
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)
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
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
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 )
( i don't wanna be here )
12.Me ＆ My Bitch.
13.Iii Tha Hood Way
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
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 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...
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...
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
Babeeee...
14.Thicker Than Water
Gyeah
Westside
Somebody told me
They want some of that thug shit up in here
Westside
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 tha 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 gon 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
Chorus 2x
I made it to deuce-5 baby and that's luck
In this rap shit to try to make some bucks
(ching , ching)
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
Chorus 2x
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