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Geah Folien beschriften 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 Quicktime 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 Geldgeschenke basteln 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 Slotcar
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 Briefpapier gestalten 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' Fotalia 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
