Geah
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One two, one two, uh
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(Compton 4 death...)
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And how's the fuck we gon' doin' in this one
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Y'all don't hear me up in here
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Geah
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Half Ounce one time, stick'em
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Represent
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Eight years ago a friend of mine
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Asked me to say some gangsta rhymes
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So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
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I grabbed the blunt and then it went this way
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Eiht bucked a nigga down to the ground
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And everybody heard about the Compton sound
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Criminals to drug - dealers grouped with skan'less hoes
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To the baby kids making the hood grow
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Can you feel me? Gotta make my pay!
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To the niggas that wanna kill me: I don't play!
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Walk this way, no foul play I'm N 2 deep
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One times make a nigga wanna play for keeps
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Sometimes makes me wanna holler
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How your homies from the same game wanna tame you for your dollar?
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Nuthin' to lose, I choose to get a rep
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Step, yep nigga, Compton 4 death, hit me
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Compton 4 death...
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Got a thousand for you bitches tryin' to handle this
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Representin' Eazy E's Compton city G's
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My buckshots put holes in your truck windows
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Another casket closed as the church choir blows
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Bitches gon' set you up on a fast trap
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Niggaz gon' pull up to pull a fast cap
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Gotta get your - mean green to spend
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Gotta get your mean green and blow weed my friend
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To the Westside connect with these gangsta threats
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Commence to represent them Compton streets
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My 44 mag slugs guaranteed to fly (boom boom)
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The murder I wrote with intent to die
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To the pen cause I'ma do you in for the killin'
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Straight to hell and back, big black mack
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I'm strapped
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On the daily, Compton criminal, crazy just to get a rep
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Compton 4 death
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Compton 4 death...
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Geah
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One two one two, stick'em
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Half Ounce in the house, c'mon
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One two one two, geah
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Half Ounce in the house, c'mon
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One two one two
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How the fuck we do it
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Represent
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Follow E down the road to the terror dome
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A-Wax keep totin' my fucking chrome
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Takin you to the year two thou'
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How you like me now?
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Keep servin' you with the pow
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No time to think, my instinct's do or die
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When I ride for the West Side nuthin' but high
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Bitches don't cry
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It'll be some other sad love shit
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Cruise down the block, another hoodrat to hit
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Pay attention while I mention how I been payin' dues
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Since boulevard and corduroys and high school
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When bitches talk shit we straight pump
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When Bloods and Crips commence to chalk 'em
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Givin it to you, the real deal now you know
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Chills with me, a whole greenery to straight blow
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Sittin on top of the world, s'yep
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C.M.W. no love, Compton 4 death geah
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One two one two stick'em
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Half Ounce in the house stick'em
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Compton in the house stick'em
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And all y'all butt-naked lick'em
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Geah
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And that's how the fuck we do it
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Representin' the West
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Geah
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Compton 4 Death
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| MC Eiht |
