[Verse 1]
Geah, It`s 187 cause I`m back on the block
Quick to shoot first wit the gat that stay cocked
It`s real gangsta shit nigga, It`s on lock
West coast compton, The town that rock
Follow the cracked up roll down the compton block
Not school, But I`m the motherfuckin neighborhood jock
Whether ntv rock or chop ya in
But the team coast sported boy rude a flame
My name not household, I ain`t pac
But on the underground fool, Yeah I`m on top
I don`t play for the mainstream, Fuck around, Have you playin wit the red beam
Fuck around, few shots leave ya gang green
Slumped over, front seat wit a cold lean
Fa sho, I be first in line to start static wit y`all
Have ya mama at the pad awaiting the call
West coast, West side, East side, We slide
Anywhere y`all want it, Nowhere to hide
Geah
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Creep wit the sleeper, Wit the locust look up on my face
You six feet deeper, And you can`t wake, Rain drop`s fallin
These street`s don`t love you, But they can love you
They follow me though
[Verse 2]
Beef ain`t a dvd, It`s automatic
I`m gone off the hood life, So call me an addict
In the land where girls got plastic tits
Niggaz wit plastic grips ready to start shit
Who the fuck y`all wit? And where y`all from?
Hollows quick to follow the philly stomp
How come y`all tryin to play the thug act?
Just the way that a copycat gon react
And the impact when the chambers slide back
In-Depth description of the carjack
And you know that tattoo when the arm`s raised
The shots penetrate you and they don`t graze
I just blaze, Just like school days
I run wit a frat of boys, We so crazed
Creepin, So amazing, We a little iraq when we start engaging
Any nigga I smack, My machine is raging
Gun tucked when I gotta fuckin rhyme on stage, Man
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[Verse 3]
Been under the hood spell for so damn long
My life in the streets just can`t be wrong
I`m hardcore, Motherfucker, Ain`t no joke
I`m old school like a pimp, Likely to trip
No chip on ya shoulder, Likely to knock it off
Every motherfuckin rhyme you rock is soft
Burn, Weak niggaz, burn
Wannabe o.g., But you can`t earn
Wanna see us flee, But you gon learn
Just wait, Sky free, See the wheels turn
Hustlas, Ridahs, Hoes, Ex-cons, Grown westside boys like lil jon
I`ma bang compton til the break of dawn
Late night hype, Mean bodies on the lawn
Former has been dickies sure ain`t strong
But I`ll jack for ya jewels and head straight to the pawn
Geah
[Chorus]
