| We like to bang bang boogie straight a gang of rookies
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| Take, the soft shit and rock it up to cookies
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| Roll around at work again we call em khaki suits, maybe cause niggas putting
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| work we ready to shoot
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| Up and down the same block like déjà vu
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| About 7 or 8 niggas we the dangerous crew
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| And I’m young with G’s
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| A sole survivor, strictly from the west so I’m a Compton rider (yeah!)
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| Take that to the face
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| Another unsolved drive by with no case
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| It’s music to drive-by punks’ll get a case
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| If we don’t shoot up in the air boy we getting' chased
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| Compton where I’m from shit has been bandanas and AK fully loaded clips like
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| runnin' at us
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| Niggas with police scanners tryna to stay one step ahead of us one time stop the
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| Where u from?
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| I’m from the land of the B’s and’s and C’s, west coast westside for these real
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| OG’s
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| Where u from?
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| Hoodrats and lo-lo's at one time kickin' the door with chokeholds
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| Where u from?
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| I’m from the CPT and them motherfuckin' niggas from the ING
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| Where u from?
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| Now you know where I’m from, a neighborhood you punks best not come
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| Eiht holla’d at the road dog to come stick 'em I’m with Compton Most Wanted
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| bout to catch another victim
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| You losers industry but we in the streets
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| Outta town copycats plagiarizing our identities
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| so I just puff my kush
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| Blaze up my signature Chucks 'til a nigga can bust, for the west yes,
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| the coast of the left do it to death we the best and still a motherfuckin'
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| murder vest
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| Lo-lo coppin' gangbangers slanging cookie cabby
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| Lil' homies with them thangs come out the cuts in the alley
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| From LA to the Valley, Hawthorne to Carlson, Pasadena, Gardena, Watts,
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| Inglewood, back to Compton off Ol' English, near Dominguez all my soldiers got
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| mad ass Chukkas and itchy trigga fingas
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| It’s the worldwide gangsta love where I’m from we ride on dubs stand back cause
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| I’m blood, nigga what?
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| You niggas is marks man I seen it from the start, we loc’d after dark y’all
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| gots no heart
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| Street smart, the OG’s talk, them enemies runnin' them motherfuckers get caught
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| Bark me and double up and then came the heater
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| A couple of tattoos sporting a wifebeater
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| I’m loco, stone cold, police chokeholds to be fucking stole
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| A khaki suit, a bandana and loc’d and the two C’s stand for Compton Criminal
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| Wait a minute niggas, you know I’m still with it, the hood in my lyrics,
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| fuck it I represent it
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| Who the fuck you supposed to be?
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| We no clique, we some hood niggas we roll deep
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| Shoot up an apartment ‘fore the rap game when my money was low tight was the
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| nigga game |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where U From , by - MC Eiht. Song from the album Affiliated, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп