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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 in the house (There's pork in the house)
MC Eiht in the house,
And this how we gettin down (The new in the house)
To the West, my Gz, to the
To your chest, my Gz, to your

We puttin it
from block to block, to this town
From cops to, dope spots, all around
Uhh, hot to six folds of strawberries
Hood's tight Fort Knox, runnin thru military
Attitudes, even try it, Tek 9's
AK's, be stored in a riot
Quiet as kept, we creep, put you to
No bull-essin, dirty ass Mac keep spittin
Killers they cheat *?that ass?*
Punk one-times to my homey Tiny T's battle ground
187's, 211's is for the
No ..... kiddin, caps get peeled in the
E's bringin you the
Ragtops we sell, oh, Compton to Alandra
Cruisin in my 6-tre wit
Blunt smokin, tryin ta dash the C-P-D
Do or die for the wicked Westside, who's the
Fake the as I pound 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, county 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, them Compton Gz
(Who) can't stand my
Murders I wrote, I tote, is my daily day mission
Kids get up in the rapture
Wit the murderous that they after
Young guns, dumpin to keep it pumpin, ta leave sockin
dem 9 mill's rockin
No place is place I dwell, cross every states
House Compton mates
Tossed get torn
1-5-9, I represents us the day I was
Musta been my
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 definitely you stumpin
We back
Them from 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
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 organisation a poem
Put that down like Brown, I got'cha
Hey fool, I ya
get delivered on platters
Hot heat from under the seat, fools you stagger
My Uzi weighs a
Stomp and claimin from, g'yeah, day one
I got to thank God
for puttin me in the middle of the land, homies buck and sqwuab
For life, Compton for life and not for rap
Stay true to the streets, so Gz get it
It just got to be way
For my Gz that's, why
sneaks around, to put the buck
Compton 24/7, g'yeah, the hell down
We clown on the
try and fade the West but they must be crazy
I'm

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