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G'yeah, how we gon' get on this (Westside)
Uh, my Bird in the house (N-O-T-R in the house)
I said da foes in the house (There's in the house)
MC in the house, g'yeah
And how we gettin down (The new style in the house)
To the West, my Gz, to the
To chest, my Gz, to your chest

We it down
from block to block, to scale this
From crooked cops to, spots, all around
Uhh, hot poles to six folds of
Hood's tight Fort Knox, runnin thru military
Attitudes, even try it, Tek 9's
AK's, be stored in a riot
as kept, we creep, put you to sleep
No bull-essin, dirty ass Mac keep spittin
Killers they cheat *?that ass?*
Punk gaffle to my homey Tiny T's battle ground
187's, 211's is for the
No ..... kiddin, get peeled in the city
E's bringin you the
Ragtops we sell, oh, Compton to Alandra
Cruisin in my wit Eazy-E
Blunt smokin, tryin ta dash from the
Do or die for the Westside, who's the best?
Fake the West as I it on my chest
Compton is we do it all day
G'yeah, bitch, oh why you my way?
"Get Revenge" is the
Crack sacks to, jacksta, down St.Ives bottles

G'yeah on, uhh
To the West, my Gz, to the
(Uhh, g'yeah, it down for 9-6)

Homies, we're bound, wit the hot 9's
One-time slam my face to the
Hot can you set you up
points, hit the car when, them Compton Gz bust
(Who) can't stand my
I wrote, gats I tote, is my daily day mission
Kids get caught up in the
Wit the murderous styles they after
Young guns, dumpin to keep it pumpin, gots ta leave
Keep dem 9 mill's
No place is this place I dwell, cross every
House Compton mates
Tossed get torn
1-5-9, I us the day I was born
Musta my destiny
Blast to the so they won't get the best of me
To make a big fat (grip)
Land of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we dip
Come test me, don't do it, I keeps it jumpin
.44 Mag will keep you stumpin
We again
Them killers the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
I'm

G'yeah, (Where we goin?)
To the West, my Gz, to the (To where?)
Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your (So waddup?)
To the West, my Gz, uhh
Compton all day, all day
(come on, uhh, come on, uhh)

Our "Do or Die", we specialise in
hittin switches and dumpin fools in
If it's on, it's on,
Player hatin, run your organisation like a
Put that like James Brown, I got'cha
Hey fool, I ya
Domes get on platters
Hot heat under the seat, fools you better stagger
My Uzi weighs a
Stomp and claimin from, g'yeah, day one
Sometimes I got to God
for puttin me in the middle of the land, where homies buck and
For life, Compton for life and not for rap
true to the streets, so Gz get it straight
It just got to be way
For my Gz that's, why
sneaks around, to put the buck
Compton 24/7, g'yeah, stay the down
We on the daily
Others try and the West but they must be crazy
I'm

(Hey, come on)
To the West, my Gz, to the
Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your
And we ain't no names, uhh
Compton, uhh,
Buck em down, em down
em, brrrgh, uhh