| Cmon, It’s compton!
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| G-g-g-geah, It’s compton!
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| Uh, Dub I-N-C
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| Who in the fuck can y’all call along to represent?
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| Disrespect the west and he talkin shit
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| Til the casket drops, boy I don’t quit
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| Wit the hammer cocked back, boy too legit
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| That’s gangsta, the only thing I’m wit
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| Compton hoodrats, every word I spit
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| And ain’t nothin but lowlives, girl go buy jeans
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| Try to find her a hood star, bitch got big dreams
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| Man, her and the homegirl fuckin teens
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| Tryin to make it to hood rich by all means
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| A true west coaster, gun, no holster
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| Wit the gang bang signs thrown up at my poster
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| There’s so many motherfuckin in love thugs
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| Got quick to spit love arrows, no slugs
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| We ain’t doin nothin but shootin up in the clubs
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| West coast niggas, wrong fools to rub
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| Geah, Geah, Geah, Geah
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| It’s compton
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| Dub I-N-C, Uh, Dub I-N-C
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| In the middle of the street, Let the strap commence
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| Tryin to fuck wit the best side, It’s so nonsense
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| It’s obvious I got the best of you
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| What’s left is the breath of the all star shoot
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| It’s all for the money, What would you do?
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| Sell out for the shit? |
| Real g’s stay true
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| To my real street rhymers, Reppin lifetimers
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| Niggas still strugglin, Fuck them hill climbers
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| We ain’t tryin to outshine, Speak the outline
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| I could say it last time, The hood is mine
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| And I gotta deal wit so many jealous-ass fools
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| Still smilin in my face man, We ain’t cool
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| You ain’t earn no respect boy, Follow the rules
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| Bitches tellin me eiht don’t be so cruel
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| Geah, That’s just the way we live
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| Don’t worry, Cause I got extra shots to give
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| Geah, Geah, Geah
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| Dub I-N-C, Cmon it’s compton
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| Geah, Geah
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| Nobody beat us kid, Nobody beat us kid
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| Man I can’t stop and I won’t stop
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| Reppin dub s til the casket drops
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| And if y’all fearin the west, Best call the cops
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| Symbolize wearin hood bandannas in drops
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| Homeboys, Make some noise, Ya guns pop
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| Hoodrats in the summer shorts, Skirts, And tops
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| Barroom brawls, Backs against walls
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| Wit a bail of 20 g’s, Bitch make some calls
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| And I’mma stay so hood
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| Street stripes ain’t talkin so I knock on wood
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| Nigga, I fight the power, Black steel in the hour
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| Even motherfucker who spit it could never get it
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| And I’m wit that, As a matter of fact
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| One hand over the dash, Stop the blowback
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| Catch a blow, Jack, Oh no, It’s not a act
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| While you face down, Ya bitch givin the bozack
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| Geah, G-g-g-g-geah, It’s compton
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| G-g-g-g-geah, Uh, Nobody beat us kid
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| Nobody beat us kid
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| To the West, you know how the fuck we do
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| Uh, nobody beat us kid, nobody beat us kid
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| Geah, original, CM Dub, geah
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| Nobody beat us kid, Nobody beat us kid |