| Geah
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| Hoo-Bangin in the house c’mon
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| Geah
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| Eihthype in the house c’mon
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| Geah
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| And I’m representin
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| Real Compton City G’s on this one
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| My nigga in the house
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| We gon set it off like this
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| Y’all niggas wanna toss on me
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| Throw sum
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| Get ready for the hot one here it come
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| Y’all scream like bitches scheme my riches
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| Too suspicious my Glock rocks to your jaw
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| Nigga just too vicious land of the lost
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| Who’s the boss get tossed have you seen her
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| My Nina, she’s catchin a misdemeanor
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| My rep gets bigger my finger on the trigger
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| I cocks the hammer back like 'fucks you nigga!'
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| I let loose shells fly like the
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| Push weight protects mine, much juice
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| I hoo-bangs with a gang and slangs caine
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| Fuck what you tryin to get nigga, it’s my thang!
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| cops more white and hit claims
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| I serves everything from white to mary jane
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| I’m hittin the one times with a fake last thing
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| Just to keep my ass on the streets, in the game, it’s automatic
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| I represent the hoodrats and the B. G's
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| The niggas on the corner whop white to make cheese
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| If you want some then niggas bring static
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| It’s automatic
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| You need to get at me, I’m the G
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| Locin and provokin dips blocks with cavi
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| Search a ki' cross the street and smash out
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| The '63 bounce back to the same route
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| You fools best get the fuck off my cold tales
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| Gang tales of how the fuckin dead body smells
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| Late night horror shows in jail cells
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| Represent where you from no one to tell
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| Life ain’t nuthin but the hood and snaps
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| Hoodrats carry work with straps in they laps
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| Quarter niggas with nicknames play craps
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| Enemies tryin to cross the front line
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| Get capped nuthin but escape, uh
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| Second flat my gat let loose like 'Rat-a-tat-tat'
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| The underground hero guess y’all is back
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| My custom, my khaki suit and a blue cap, automatic
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| I make it difficult for a nigga to find me
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| Crazy-ass Hoo-Bangin G’s behind me
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| You’re fucked up for that last time fo' sho'
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| Now you know, two in your door, four to the floor
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| Any nigga wanna bring it-bring
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| I guarantee your ass will hear the Glock sing
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| Quick to hit out like the street king
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| Shells ricochet up your body, ping ping
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| Eazy don’t come to pound
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| West to the chest
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| Is the best get-coast
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| On the contrary I shots down your post
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| You’re gettin next to me, uh, too close
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| Close down your whole block froze down
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| Infiltrators end up-no sound
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| You sorry muthafuckas here’s your showdown
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| Eiht caught a hot one now I’m county-bound, automatic
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| (Outro)
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| Geah
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| Eihtype in the house c’mon
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| Geah
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| Hoo-Bang in the house c’mon
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| Y’all know how the fuck we do it
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| Y’all know how the fuck we’re livin
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| Real Compton G’s
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| I said them real Compton G’s
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| My nigga 'Fredwreck' and 'Julio G' on the beat
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| Y’all know how the fuck we do this
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| Hoo-Bangin affiliates till we die nigga
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| Compton till we rest
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| You know we’re the best
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| The WEST (westside)
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| YES!
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| WESTSIDE!
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| Geah |