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

We it down
from block to block, to scale this
From crooked cops to, dope spots, all
Uhh, hot to six folds of strawberries
Hood's tight like Knox, runnin thru military
Attitudes, don't try it, Tek 9's
AK's, be stored in a riot
as kept, we creep, put you to sleep
No bull-essin, ass Mac 11's keep spittin
Killers they cheat *?that ass?*
Punk one-times to my homey Tiny T's battle ground
187's, is for the paper
No ..... kiddin, caps get in the city
E's you the bomba
Ragtops we sell, oh, Compton to Alandra
Cruisin in my wit Eazy-E
smokin, tryin ta dash from the C-P-D
Do or die for the wicked Westside, the best?
Fake the West as I pound it on my
Compton is we do it all day
G'yeah, bitch, oh why you my way?
"Get Revenge" is the
Crack sacks to, pull jacksta, down St.Ives

G'yeah on, uhh
To the West, my Gz, to the
(Uhh, g'yeah, puttin it 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
Hollow points, hit the car when, Compton Gz bust
(Who) can't my definition?
Murders I wrote, I tote, is my daily day mission
get caught up in the rapture
Wit the murderous that they after
Young guns, to keep it pumpin, gots ta leave sockin
Keep dem 9 rockin
No is this place I dwell, cross every states
House Compton cell
Tossed get torn
1-5-9, I us the day I was born
been my destiny
Blast to the face so won't get the best of me
To a big fat grip (grip)
of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we steady dip
Come me, don't wanna do it, I keeps it jumpin
.44 Mag will keep you stumpin
We back
Them killers from the
I'm

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

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

G'yeah (Hey, 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,
em down, buck em down
em, brrrgh, uhh