Geah
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Geah
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Geah
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Hoo-Bang, nigga
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Some of that futuristic shit
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For that ass
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Keepin it thuggish, though
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Check it out
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough
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Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff
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Eiht had enough, I'm smoking my fluff
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Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough
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My theme is I push music to driveby
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I slide through, scoop up four and ride high
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Strap under the seat my hood technique
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As I destroy your block like _Dante's Peak_
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Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun
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On my turf puttin in work since day one
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Y'all ain't heard enough about a nigga singin the blues
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Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news
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John Walsh, wash me up, you're crazy
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Havin my face captured 180
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Can't go there, ain't havin that, man, fuck
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The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck
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[ CHORUS ]
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Sometimes in the hood it's so rough
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That makes niggas from the hood stay tough
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Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs
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16, double the stash, you do the math(2x)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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I guess my mind's on the track, gotta get me a stack
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And in fact, homebody, you know what gun I pack
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Keeps y'all enemies close that stay cheatin
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When they ask make fast and start heatin
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Niggas ain't fuckin around - dodge mine
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Drop yours, bitch, and lay that ass down
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Keep your face to the ground, don't even look
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No positive ID and all the money was took
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Shook the hell up out the spot and kept away from snitches
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Took a trip across town just to floss my riches
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Bitches turn into niggas and start yappin
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One more hit on your house where y'all nappin
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Dumpin one, catch you in the midnight, the late night hour
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The hollow point shower
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The sweet success thatt you taste has got sour
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Straight, Eiht regulate my thug power
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[ CHORUS ]
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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My niggas disappoint me thinkin y'all can fade it
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Still player-hated, wishin y'all made it
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Stay down, Hoo-Bangin niggas takin over
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G's in lows puttin holes up in a Rover
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Told ya, stop tryin to walk in our shoes
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Real thugs hail from the west, first rule
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In fact, we the first Bloods and Crips
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First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips
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First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop
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Bring the prices down low, y'all pick the rest to cop
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Copy cats, now y'all dippin lows with heats
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Pepetratin Fresh Coast, tryin to roll our streets
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Hate your sight, catch you on a red-eye flight
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Commence the sweatin the groove just for spite
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Lucky though, I give you a pass and let you go
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I'ma catch you on the road at another rap show
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[ CHORUS ]
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Geah
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Hoo-Bang, nigga
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That makes niggas from the turf stay tough
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Geah
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Westside, you know
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Sometimes in the hood it's so rough
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Geah, you know what we do
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That makes niggas from the turf stay tough
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So Ruff
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MC Eiht |