Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nobody Beat Us , by - MC Eiht. Song from the album Veterans Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.09.2004
Record label: Native
Song language: English
Nobody Beat Us |
| Cmon, It’s compton! |
| G-g-g-geah, It’s compton! |
| Uh, Dub I-N-C |
| Who in the fuck can y’all call along to represent? |
| Disrespect the west and he talkin shit |
| Til the casket drops, boy I don’t quit |
| Wit the hammer cocked back, boy too legit |
| That’s gangsta, the only thing I’m wit |
| Compton hoodrats, every word I spit |
| And ain’t nothin but lowlives, girl go buy jeans |
| Try to find her a hood star, bitch got big dreams |
| Man, her and the homegirl fuckin teens |
| Tryin to make it to hood rich by all means |
| A true west coaster, gun, no holster |
| Wit the gang bang signs thrown up at my poster |
| There’s so many motherfuckin in love thugs |
| Got quick to spit love arrows, no slugs |
| We ain’t doin nothin but shootin up in the clubs |
| West coast niggas, wrong fools to rub |
| Geah, Geah, Geah, Geah |
| It’s compton |
| Dub I-N-C, Uh, Dub I-N-C |
| In the middle of the street, Let the strap commence |
| Tryin to fuck wit the best side, It’s so nonsense |
| It’s obvious I got the best of you |
| What’s left is the breath of the all star shoot |
| It’s all for the money, What would you do? |
| Sell out for the shit? |
| Real g’s stay true |
| To my real street rhymers, Reppin lifetimers |
| Niggas still strugglin, Fuck them hill climbers |
| We ain’t tryin to outshine, Speak the outline |
| I could say it last time, The hood is mine |
| And I gotta deal wit so many jealous-ass fools |
| Still smilin in my face man, We ain’t cool |
| You ain’t earn no respect boy, Follow the rules |
| Bitches tellin me eiht don’t be so cruel |
| Geah, That’s just the way we live |
| Don’t worry, Cause I got extra shots to give |
| Geah, Geah, Geah |
| Dub I-N-C, Cmon it’s compton |
| Geah, Geah |
| Nobody beat us kid, Nobody beat us kid |
| Man I can’t stop and I won’t stop |
| Reppin dub s til the casket drops |
| And if y’all fearin the west, Best call the cops |
| Symbolize wearin hood bandannas in drops |
| Homeboys, Make some noise, Ya guns pop |
| Hoodrats in the summer shorts, Skirts, And tops |
| Barroom brawls, Backs against walls |
| Wit a bail of 20 g’s, Bitch make some calls |
| And I’mma stay so hood |
| Street stripes ain’t talkin so I knock on wood |
| Nigga, I fight the power, Black steel in the hour |
| Even motherfucker who spit it could never get it |
| And I’m wit that, As a matter of fact |
| One hand over the dash, Stop the blowback |
| Catch a blow, Jack, Oh no, It’s not a act |
| While you face down, Ya bitch givin the bozack |
| Geah, G-g-g-g-geah, It’s compton |
| G-g-g-g-geah, Uh, Nobody beat us kid |
| Nobody beat us kid |
| To the West, you know how the fuck we do |
| Uh, nobody beat us kid, nobody beat us kid |
| Geah, original, CM Dub, geah |
| Nobody beat us kid, Nobody beat us kid |