Geah
Thug shit, check this out
Compton, geah
I don`t think they heard me on this one
I said: Compton, nigga!
That`s how we doin it
Regulating for all the gangstas
West Side, nigga, Hoo-Bangin` Gangstas, you know I`m 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 4-4`s 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., y`all can`t budge me
Kill a nigga for the neighborhood, can`t judge me
I`m lettin` the fire spit, y`all fools catchin` some slugs
I regulate, servin` you way that straight thug
You know if you`re 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
It`s hot like that where I`m 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...
Y`all 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 you`re nearing death
What`s 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
Ain`t no fun if you don`t want none
Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, you`re numb
C`mon, geah
Chorus...
My mind got me caught in a twist, I can`t cope
I reminisce on the days in the hood slangin` dope
Certain territories yo` ass couldn`t float
And if you caught slippin`, then fool, that`s all she wrote
I like the life while dippin` blocks with heats
I`m ready in a second to stop yo` heartbeat
Fuckin` around in the hood, smokin` with hoes
Violators hit the blocks, we hittin` the floors
Y`all ain`t 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, c`mon
Chorus...
Geah
Comtpon gangsters all day
Hoo-Bangin` affiliates
You catch the flatline
