Geah
Compton
For the millenium
Half Ounce (boogie)
And Tha8t'z Gangsta
Geah (geah)
C'mon uh
Thugs
How we get that
Bitches
All day
Yes y'all, dippin' to the beat
You can even dance or just grab your heat
Never under the seat, left the first place
Seek, destroy's the ways come the boss face, I
Move the World like I move the crowd
Your ass get scared like you wanted alive
Run the block from the ?? I'm back to the top
Have my bitch on my block right set up shop
Did a little shoppin' if the money was puffy
At the local strip club where the hoes would pop it
Breath and stop it
You know how we do for dollars
Dippin' Impalas
Catch me in a club I holler
If it's cash on the table
I'm willin' enable (chin chin)
Strapped with a 44 gangsta's the label (cluck-cluck)
You know We Come Strapped, Compton on the map
Your hood collapse with tight militant like that geah
We get the money, all day everyday
Fly bitches that get down, ain't shit funny nigga all day everyday
Gangstas lean, know what I mean, all day everyday
Thugs, bitches, geah, hoe, c'mon
Show stopper, 6-3 hopper
Guess is the rapper slash the gay copper
Use to be a poppa till I pop the rock
Pop the Glocks
Run, dump and roam the blocks
Where a
Plenty of hoes poppin' coochies up in the spot tryin' to
Kill sometime while I make a knot
Tied up, no twist, bling-bling the risk
Mama said one day happy days like this (geah)
Mama said how can't happen all leave 'em piss
Leave your name on the wall, keep fuckin' with y'all
Keep it old school like Prince Paul false call
Till the One-Times come to the west on boss boss
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