Mc Eiht

[Intro]
Geah! G-g-geah! G-g-g-geah! G-g-g-g-geah!
Cmon, Its compton!
G-g-g-geah, Its compton!
Uh, Dub I-N-C
[Verse 1]
Who in the fuck can yall call along to represent?
Disrespect the west and he talkin shit
Til the casket drops, boy I dont quit
Wit the hammer cocked back, boy too legit
Thats gangsta, the only thing Im wit
Compton hoodrats, every word I spit
And aint nothin but lowlives, girl go buy jeans
Try to find her a hood star, bitch got big dreams
Man, her and the homegirl fuckin teens
Tryin to make it to hood rich by all means
A true west coaster, gun, no holster
Wit the gang bang signs thrown up at my poster
Theres so many motherfuckin in love thugs
Got quick to spit love arrows, no slugs
We aint doin nothin but shootin up in the clubs
West coast niggaz, wrong fools to rub
[Chorus 1]
Geah, Geah, Geah, Geah
Its compton
Dub I-N-C, Uh, Dub I-N-C
[Verse 2]
In the middle of the street, Let the strap commence
Tryin to fuck wit the best side, Its so nonsense
Its obvious I got the best of you
Whats left is the breath of the all star shoot
Its all for the money, What would you do?
Sell out for the shit? Real gs stay true
To my real street rhymers, Reppin lifetimers
Niggaz still strugglin, Fuck them hill climbers
We aint tryin to outshine, Speak the outline
I could say it last time, The hood is mine
And I gotta deal wit so many jealous-ass fools
Still smilin in my face man, We aint cool
You aint earn no respect boy, Follow the rules
Bitches tellin me eiht dont be so cruel
Geah, Thats just the way we live
Dont worry, Cause I got extra shots to give
[Chorus 2]
Geah, Geah, Geah
Dub I-N-C, Cmon its compton
Geah, Geah
Nobody beat us kid, Nobody beat us kid
[Verse 3]
Man I cant stop and I wont stop
Reppin dub s til the casket drops
And if yall fearin the west, Best call the cops
Symbolize wearin hood bandannas in drops
Homeboys, Make some noise, Ya guns pop
Hoodrats in the summer shorts, Skirts, And tops
Barroom brawls, Backs against walls
Wit a bail of 20 gs, Bitch make some calls
And ima stay so hood
Street stripes aint talkin so I knock on wood
Nigga, I fight the power, Black steel in the hour
Even motherfucker who spit it could never get it
And Im wit that, As a matter of fact
One hand over the dash, Stop the blowback
Catch a blow, Jack, Oh no, Its not a act
While you face down, Ya bitch givin the bozack
[Chorus 3: x2]
Geah, G-g-g-g-geah, Its compton
G-g-g-g-geah, Uh, Nobody beat us kid
Nobody beat us kid
[Outro]
To the West, you know how the fuck we do
Uh, nobody beat us kid, nobody beat us kid
Geah, original, CM Dub, geah
Nobody beat us kid, Nobody beat us kid
[ Nobody Beat Us Lyrics ]