Geah
Thug shit, check this out
Compton, geah
I dont think they heard me on this one
I said: compton, nigga!
Thats how we doin it
Regulating for all the gangstas
West side, nigga, hoo-bangin gangstas, you know Im 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 4-4s 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., yall cant budge me
Kill a nigga for the neighborhood, cant judge me
Im lettin the fire spit, yall fools catchin some slugs
I regulate, servin you way that straight thug
You know if youre 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
Its hot like that where Im 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...
Yall 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 youre nearing death
Whats 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
Aint no fun if you dont want none
Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, youre numb
Cmon, geah
Chorus...
My mind got me caught in a twist, I cant cope
I reminisce on the days in the hood slangin dope
Certain territories yo ass couldnt float
And if you caught slippin, then fool, thats all she wrote
I like the life while dippin blocks with heats
Im ready in a second to stop yo heartbeat
Fuckin around in the hood, smokin with hoes
Violators hit the blocks, we hittin the floors
Yall aint 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, cmon
Chorus...
Geah
Comtpon gangsters all day
Hoo-bangin affiliates
You catch the flatline
