Geah
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Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
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MC Eiht, DJ Slip
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Half Ounce in the mutherfuckin house
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It all starts in them muthafuckin streets
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with the shooting up, bang bang
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From the quiet neighbourhoods to them loc'd out Compton gangs
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From they mommas to they daddies to they grands
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Passed generations with rags in they fuckin' hands
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And living in Compton you can't deal with the hassle
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Uh, living in Compton one time's tryin' to gaffle
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Uh, living in Compton boy you better think fast
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Niggas ain't fuckin around, they'll put a slug in your ass
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Never givin a fuck goin' out like geez
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Slangin them keys, jackin naked body on D's
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Do or die is the motto that we strive to live
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Do a muthafuckin drive-by on your wife and kids
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From every hood to block to park to street
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You cross the wrong fuckin' line and your ass gets beat
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One for all, all for one is how we go down
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Niggaz make the muthafuckin hood go round
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That's righ, geah
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Niggas make the hood... geah... go
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You know...
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The hood done took under all kinds, yeah I know
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From my homies down in Watts to the G's in Chicago
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(hey what's up homeboy?)
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What's up? And everybody's up on the gank
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It don't matter how the fuckin blood splatter, long as get yo' bank
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Real G's come in all shapes and sizes
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Dottin' your eyeses, packin all kinda surprises
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The type of niggas that don't give a fuck about one time
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Fill they fuckin' car full of holes with this brand new 9 (pop pop)
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And now your shit outta luck
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Niggas ain't fuckin around when they hood starts throwing down (geah)
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Caps get peeled with this hot ass A.K.
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Ain't no stoppin' cause we poppin' punks on rainy days
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A place where there's about a million night stalkers
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Gangsta walkers, muthafuckin' shit talkers
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Throw your straps in the air when you hear the sound (yeah)
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Niggaz make the muthafuckin' hood go round
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Geah
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Niggas make the hood... go
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You know
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Damn the hood is kinda hot (say why)
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Just heard one of the fuckin homies got shot (shit)
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And we don't need it cause it's some shit that we just went through
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At Martin Luther King guess who we ran into
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The enemy, no friend of me, homies grab your straps (what's up?)
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In the waiting room it's time to peel some fuckin caps
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And ain't no losin cause we already lost
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The homie from the hood so they asses get tossed
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And ain't no cowards from my camp, so homie let's dump
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Fill they ass full of holes right after we stomp
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That's the way it happens, the way I'm sayin'
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Fool, niggas from the old school ain't playin (geah)
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You got beef? Muthafucka that's cool (you got beef?)
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Say hello to the mutherfuckin tool (what's up man?)
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We cap yo' ass so ya know you're goin' down
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Niggas make the mutherfuckin hood go round (geah)
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Geah
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Niggas make the hood... go
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You know
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Geah
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Geah
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And this is going out to all the real Compton niggas, geah
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You know what I'm saying
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And you can't stop the mutherfuckin' bum rush
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Half Ounce in the muthafuckin' house, geah
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And we puttin' it down for all the real Compton niggas y'know I'm sayin
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Ain't no faking homeboy
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Eihthype's in this bitch for the 94
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MC Eiht, DJ Slip, Boom Bam, Tha Chill,
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my homeboy D.U.I., Lil Hawk & Bird
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Y'know I'm sayin, geah
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And this is how we doin in, you know I'm sayin
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And peace to all the real Compton city G's
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Yo Willie, take me outta here
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Yeah what's up, geah
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Eihthype's in this bitch
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Niggaz Make the Hood Go Round
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MC Eiht |