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Geah Leuchtfolie Compton Geah Where we from? All day... The West Side... all day Nigga We from the 1-5-9 All the time Weihnachtskarten basteln I gots to get mine so I'ma take your I do what I gotta do, kick in some back doors (geah) You don't work, you don't eat is the scene A nigga like myself got to get me some green I heard a nigga say: I got a little business trick So smooth your momma won't know your tryin' to make a grip I said: what's that? He said: don't worry bout that Just grab this muthafuckin' gat and stick it behind your back Bildschirmschoner Where the fuck was we going I wondered, didn't give a damn Because the hood took me under Stick the gat behind my back with an extra clip My nigga said: E just watch your back and you best not slip! I said: homie you don't know me Don't you see saliva drippin' from my mouth? I'm too hungry! Jump in the bucket, fuck it! Take a look back at the crib then hit the pedal to put in my bid We in the bucket, best believe we gon' doing some lootin' Gastrobedarf We got straps in our laps, we gon' be doing some shootin' Headed to the West Side to start some shit Fired up the blunt to get my head buzzed to pull the hit Now I'm ready to cook Take the strap on my lap and I take another look I'm ready to do some muthafuckin trippin' I'm ready to hit your mutherfuckin block with it cocked, catch you slippin We in the bucket jettin Malvorlagen Kinder Must be nearin the spot because I'm sweatin (ah, damn!) My nigga peeped and said: E sit back under the seat as he reached, pulled out the Mac (yeah it's on) Hit a couple of corners slow then he killed the lights (geah) Grabs my strap cause tonight's the fuckin night I guess this is where the plot thickens Niggas fix ??? pluck and fuck like some damn chickens Fools just best stay hid Immobilien Franchise Ain't no shame On the corner like Caine, we might be poppin off some damn kids Jump out with the strap Niggas caught off guard, slipping hard Running for the damn backyard (run run run) Somebody got two keys behind a damn door I look at my nigga and say: what we waiting for? He said: I'm waiting on you I said: no shit? Then step aside And watch this muthafuckin 9 spit Ready to leave dead bodies on the curb I'm gon' be sitting on fat when I get them birds Not thinking, nobody can do me Through the back door, I know it's looking like a fuckin' movie Big boss man behind the chair and he's scared as fuck Pop in clip number two and I commence to bust (pop pop pop) Not giving a damn, mentality's do or die Hollow points hit the chair as the feather fly I hear him scream out loud homey you dirty! I tell him: shut the fuck up! Where's the birds? I grabs the suitcase It's good Unloads my strap like a real G should Like Santa Claus with a sack full of goods I'm heading Back to the hood I'm back with a Mac In the front seat of the Benz and I'm flossin Niggas get in my way and I'm tossin Not from Shaolin but I'm down with the Cream They sayin' shame on a nigga, know what I mean? Geah but I'm just that type The niggas gon' pop you on the late nite hype
West Side... Geah Where we from... The West Side... Geah C'mon C'mon y'all 1-5-9 all the time... C'mon y'all Compton in this bitch Eihthype... Ya know Just like last year I said my friend Geah Bitches sing! Come on Geah
