Geah
Some of that thug shit
Hoo-Bangin` Gangsta`s in the house
Representin` for the West
Compton one time
Check this out, uh
Geah
Hoo-Bangin` in the house
We gon` do it like this
Compton in the house
For all the thug niggas out there
Life ain`t nuthin` but money and hot 9`s
Crooked hoes, keepin` hid from one...
Check me out
Somebody help me out the ghetto
Cause there`s some things I just
Can`t let go, uh
My mind takes a twirl
Lord, I try to cope with it
But I scream: fucks the world!
Young nigga with dreams of schemes
For the cash but then awaken
To the sounds of late nite gun blasts (boo-yaa!)
My moms told my ass: hit the floor!
Before the hot ones echo through the window
Damn, what the fuck it`s - my block
Graffiti lookin` greedy and niggas who slangin` rock
Fo` sho`
I wanna be like that, fuck Mike
Unless Mike
Was on the corner with a strap at night
Gettin harrassed
By the cops cause he`s tryin` to make some dough
So he can push up from a Caddy and dumps the Pinto
So everybody in the hood can cops the llello
And I can collects the - cash flow
Life ain`t nuthin` but money and hot 9`s
Crooked ho`s, keepin` hid from One-Time
You got your strap uh, I got mine
Takin` you back to the time of `89
Pops sendin money in lines
From out of state, but too late
I`m on the corner now way past eight
Better they be on the look out
For dark head lights
Or get caught up
In a twist of a long kiss goodnight
Love the days of gettin paid
With the cavi I cluck
When I roam the hard knocks
Are the court down block
Turnin` tide
Now you bitch niggas - wanna trip
With a year-old Cutlass
And a bag full of grips
Still dips the hood, stay true
Is what they tell me, fuck you bitch-ass niggas
Know the nina never fail me
Lord, forgive me cause sometimes I can`t deal
With the pressures from the hood
Where the mentality to kill
Protects me and my kids next, that`s real
Jealous-ass bitches cause y`all gots no skrill
Time will reveal
I be damned if I
Let y`all niggas stop my next meal
Chorus...
Now I sits in late nite spots and cluck chips
With a bag of chips eatin loaded up extra clips
Watch out for the knock at the do`
Throw your money through the mail and pick up the damn blow
Quickly now, don`t let the po-po show
Or I`m hitted
To the spot where the moon don`t blow
Life`s a bitch (uh)
Life`s not a dance
Life`s too short for my ass to try to chance
Last place niggas get caught with the fuckin dollars
Have your ass on G.R. while I dip Impalas
Blue-collar niggas sellin to white-collar fools
But I don`t givin a fuck, y`all know cash rules
Pay your dues, stay true
To the street
Get your money, man
Fo` sho` packs my heat
Told by the G`s that talk is cheap
But y`all know since the days I`m in too deep
C`mon
Chorus...
Hoo-Bangin` in the house, c`mon
You know the fuck we regulate
For all the thug niggas out there
Thug niggas on the block
Compton to the fullest
Hoo-Bangin` till I die, nigga
Check this out
Chorus...
Geah
Compton
Geah
Hoo-Bangin` to the fullest
Geah
