Lyrics
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Intro
Geah (Compton)
Geah
Where we from? (All day)
The Westside (Uh)
All day
The Westside (In the house)
All day
The Westside (The Westside, all day)
The Westside (Nigga)
We from the Westside
(1-5-9, geah)
All the time (Hahahahaha)
Verse
I gots to get mine (Gots to get mine), so I'ma take yours (I'ma take yours)
I do what I gotta do (Uh), kick in some backdoors (Geah)
You don't work, you don't eat is the scene (That's the scene)
A nigga like myself got to get me some green (Stack green)
I heard a nigga say I got a little business trip (Geah)
So smooth, yo' momma won't know your tryna make a grip (Uh-uh)
I said, "What's that?" (What's that?)
He said, "Don't worry 'bout that
Just grab this mothafuckin' gat and stick it behind your back" (Geah)
Where the fuck was we goin' (Where the fuck?), I wondered, didn't give a damn (Didn't give a damn)
Because the hood took me under (Uh)
Stick the gat behind my back with an extra clip (Extra clip)
My nigga said, "E, just watch your back and you best not slip" (You best not slip, uh)
I said, "Homie, you don't know me? (You don't know me)
Don't you see saliva drippin' from my mouth? I'm too hungry" (Uh)
Jump in the Bucket, fuck it (Fuck it)
Take a look back at the crib then hit the pedal to put in my bill (Right, voom)
We in the Bucket, best believe, we gon' do some lootin' (Lootin')
We got straps in our laps, we gon' be doin' some shootin' (Shoot, shoot)
Headed to the Westside (Uh)
To start some shit, fired up the blood
To get my head buzzed to pull off the hit (The Westside)
Now I'm ready to cook (1-5-9)
Take the strap (Strap) out my back (Back) and I take another look (Uh)
I'm ready to do some mothafuckin' trippin' (Trippin')
I'm ready to hit yo' mothafuckin' block
With it cocked, catch you slippin' (Catch you slippin')
We in the Bucket jettin' (Uh)
Must be near in the spot because I'm sweatin' (Uh, 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 killed the lights (Geah)
Grabs my strap 'cause tonight's the fuckin' night (Uh)
I guess this where the plot thickens (Thickens)
Niggas fixin' to get plucked and fucked (Plucked, fucked), like some damn chickens (Geah)
Fools just best stay hid (Oh)
Ain't no shame (Shame, uh)
On the corner like Caine (Caine)
We might be poppin' off some damn kids (Pop, pop, pop)
Jump out with the strap (Strap)
Niggas caught off guard (Guard)
Slippin' hard, runnin' for the damn backyard (Run, run, run)
Somebody got two keys behind the damn do' (Damn do')
I look at my nigga and say, "What we waitin' fo'?" (Wassup?)
He said, "I'm waitin' on you" (You)
I said, "No, geah (Geah)? Then step aside" (What?)
And watch this mothafuckin' .9 spit (Brr)
Ready to leave dead bodies on the curb
I'm gon' be sittin' on fat - when I get them birds (Uh)
Not thinkin', nobody can do me
Through the backdo' (Backdo'), I know it's lookin' like a fuckin' movie (Geah, uh)
Big boss man behind the chair and he's scared as fuck (Geah)
Pop in clip, number two, and I commence to bust (Pop, pop, pop)
Not givin' a damn (Damn)
Mentality's do or die (Do or die)
Hollow points hit the chair, as the feathers fly (Pop, pop)
I hear him scream out loud, "Homie, you dirty!"
I tell him, "Shut the fuck up! Where's the birdies?" (Where's the birdies?)
I grabs the suitcase (Uh)
It's good (That's right)
Unloads my strap like a real G should (G should)
Like Santa Claus with the sack full of goods (Goods)
I'm headin'
Back to the hood
I'm back (Back), with a MAC (MAC)
In the front seat of the Benz and I'm flossin' (Geah)
Niggas get in my way and I'm tossin' (Err)
Not from Shaolin (Uh), but I'm down with the C.R.E.A.M. (Hey)
They sayin', shame on a nigga, know what I mean?
(Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga)
Geah, but I'm just that type
The niggas (Uh) gon' hop you on the late nite hype
Outro
The Westside
Geah
Where we from?
The Westside (The Westside)
Where we from?
The Westside (The Westside)
Geah, c'mon
The West-side, nigga (The Westside)
C'mon, y'all
1-5-9 (Geah)
C'mon, y'all
All the time (C'mon)
1-5-9 (Uh)
Compton in this bitch (C'mon, y'all)
All the time, geah (C'mon, y'all!)
Eiht Hype (Uh, y'all know it)
Eiht Hype
Just like last year I said, my friend (Eiht Hype)
Geah
Bitches, sing!
Uh
Come on
Geah
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