Geah
Compton
Geah
Where we from?
All day...
The weeest side...
All day
Nigga
We from the west side
(1-5-9)
All the time
I gots to get mine so ima take your
I do what I gotta do, kick in some back doors (geah)
You dont work, you dont eat is the scene
A nigga like myself got to get me some green
I heard a nigga say: I got a little business trick
So smooth your momma wont know your tryin to make a grip
I said: whats that?
He said: dont worry bout that!
Just grab this muthafuckin gat and stick it behind your back
Where the fuck was we going I wondered, didnt give a damn
Because the hood took me under
Stick the gat behind my back with an extra clip
My nigga said: e just watch your back and you best not slip!
I said: homie you dont know me
Dont you see saliva drippin from my mouth? Im too hungry!
Jump in the bucket, fuck it!
Take a look back at the crib then hit the pedal to put in my bid
We in the bucket, best believe we gon doing some lootin
We got straps in our laps, we gon be doing some shootin
Headed to the west side
To start some shit, fired up the blunt
To get my head buzzed to pull the hit
Now Im ready to cook
Take the strap on my back and I take another look
Im ready to do some muthafuckin trippin
Im ready to hit your mutherfuckin block
With it cocked, catch you slippin, we in the bucket jettin
Must be nearin the spot because Im sweatin (ah, damn!)
My nigga peeped and said:
E sit back under the seat as he reached,
Pulled out the mac (yeah its on)
Hit a couple of corners slow then he killed the lights (geah)
Grabs my strap cause tonights the fuckin night
I guess this is where the plot thickens
Niggas fix, niggas pluck and fuck like some damn chickens
Fools just best stay hid
Aint no shame
On the corner like caine, we might be poppin off some damn kids
Jump out with the strap
Niggas caught off guard
Slipping hard
Running for the damn backyard (run run run)
Somebody got two keys behind a damn door
I look at my nigga and say: what we waiting for?
He said: Im waiting on you
I said: no shit? then step aside
And watch this muthafuckin 9 spit
Ready to leave dead bodies on the curb
Im gon be sitting on fat - when I get them birds
Not thinking, nobody can do me
Through the back door, I know its looking like a fuckin movie (geah)
Big boss man behind the chair and hes scared as fuck
Pop in clip number two and I commence to bust (pop pop pop)
Not giving a damn
Mentalitys do or die
Hollow points hit the chair as the feather fly
I hear him scream out loud homey you dirty!
I tell him: shut the fuck up! wheres the birds?
I grabs the suitcase
Its good (thats right)
Unloads my strap like a real g should
Like santa claus with a sack full of goods
Im heading
Back to the hood
Im back with a mac
In the front seat of the benz and Im flossin
Niggas get in my way and Im tossin
Not from shaolin but Im down with the cream
They sayin shame on a nigga, know what I mean?
Geah but Im just that type
The niggas gon pop you on the late nite hype
West side...
Geah
Where we from...
The west side...
Geah
Cmon
Cmon yall
1-5-9 all the time...
Cmon yall
Compton in this bitch
Eihthype...
Ya know
Just like last year I said my friend
Geah
Bitches sing!
Come on
Geah
