Geah   One two, one two, uh   (compton 4 death...)   And how's the fuck we gon' doin' in this one   Y'all don't hear me up in here   Geah   Half ounce one time, stick'em   Represent      Eight years ago a friend of mine   Asked me to say some gangsta rhymes   So I said this rhyme I'm about to say   I grabbed the blunt and then it went this way   Eiht bucked a nigga down to the ground   And everybody heard about the compton sound   Criminals to drug - dealers grouped with skan'less hoes   To the baby kids making the hood grow   Can you feel me? gotta make my pay!   To the niggas that wanna kill me: I don't play!   Walk this way, no foul play I'm n 2 deep   One times make a nigga wanna play for keeps   Sometimes makes me wanna holler   How your homies from the same game wanna tame you for your dollar?    Nuthin' to lose, I choose to get a rep   Step, yep nigga, compton 4 death, hit me      Compton 4 death...      Got a thousand for you bitches tryin' to handle this   Representin' eazy e's compton city g's   My buckshots put holes in your truck windows   Another casket closed as the church choir blows   Bitches gon' set you up on a fast trap   Niggaz gon' pull up to pull a fast cap   Gotta get your - mean green to spend   Gotta get your mean green and blow weed my friend   To the westside connect with these gangsta threats   Commence to represent them compton streets   My 44 mag slugs guaranteed to fly (boom boom)   The murder I wrote with intent to die   To the pen cause i'ma do you in for the killin'   Straight to hell and back, big black mack   I'm strapped   On the daily, compton criminal, crazy just to get a rep   Compton 4 death      Compton 4 death...   Geah   One two one two, stick'em   Half ounce in the house, c'mon   One two one two, geah   Half ounce in the house, c'mon   One two one two   How the fuck we do it   Represent      Follow e down the road to the terror dome   A-wax keep totin' my fucking chrome   Takin you to the year two thou'   How you like me now?    Keep servin' you with the pow   No time to think, my instinct's do or die   When I ride for the west side nuthin' but high   Bitches don't cry   It'll be some other sad love shit   Cruise down the block, another hoodrat to hit   Pay attention while I mention how I been payin' dues   Since boulevard and corduroys and high school   When bitches talk shit we straight pump   When bloods and crips commence to chalk 'em   Givin it to you, the real deal now you know   Chills with me, a whole greenery to straight blow   Sittin on top of the world, s'yep   C.m.w. no love, compton 4 death geah      One two one two stick'em   Half ounce in the house stick'em   Compton in the house stick'em   And all y'all butt-naked lick'em   Geah   And that's how the fuck we do it   Representin' the west   Geah