Rhyme & Reason movie - Represent lyrics
rate meSong by MC Eiht<br /><br>
[Intro:]<br>
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G'yeah, how we gon' get on this one? (Westside)<br>
Uh, my homey Bird in the house (N-O-T-R in the house)<br>
I said da foes in the house (There's pork in the house)<br>
MC Eiht in the house, g'yeah<br>
And this how we gettin down (The new style in the house)<br>
To the West, my Gz, to the West<br>
To your chest, my Gz, to your chest<br>
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We puttin it down<br>
from block to block, to scale this town<br>
From crooked cops to, dope spots, all around<br>
Uhh, hot poles to six folds of strawberries<br>
Hood's tight like Fort Knox, runnin thru military<br>
Attitudes, don't even try it, Tek 9's<br>
AK's, will be stored in a riot<br>
Quiet as kept, we creep, put you to sleep<br>
No bull-essin, dirty ass Mac 11's keep spittin<br>
Killers they cheat *?that they ass?*<br>
Punk one-times gaffle to my homey Tiny T's battle ground<br>
187's, 211's is for the paper<br>
No ..... kiddin, caps get peeled in the city<br>
E's bringin you the bomba<br>
Ragtops we sell, oh, from Compton to Alandra<br>
Cruisin in my 6-tre wit Eazy-E<br>
Blunt smokin, tryin ta dash from the C-P-D<br>
Do or die for the wicked Westside, who's the best?<br>
Fake the West as I pound it on my chest<br>
Compton is where we do it all day<br>
G'yeah, bitch, oh why you come my way?<br>
"Get Revenge" is the motto<br>
Crack sacks to, pull jacksta, down St.Ives bottles<br>
Representin<br>
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G'yeah come on, uhh<br>
To the West, my Gz, to the West<br>
(Uhh, g'yeah, puttin it down for 9-6)<br>
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Homies, we're county bound, wit the hot 9's<br>
One-time slam my face to the ground<br>
Hot girls can you set you up<br>
Hollow points, hit the car when, them Compton Gz bust<br>
(Who) can't stand my definition?<br>
Murders I wrote, gats I tote, is my daily day mission<br>
Kids get caught up in the rapture <br>
Wit the murderous styles that they after<br>
Young guns, dumpin to keep it pumpin, gots ta leave sockin<br>
Keep dem 9 mill's rockin<br>
No place is this place I dwell, cross every states<br>
House Compton cell mates<br>
Tossed souls get torn<br>
1-5-9, I represents us the day I was born<br>
Musta been my destiny<br>
Blast to the face so they won't get the best of me<br>
To make a big fat grip (grip)<br>
Land of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we steady dip<br>
Come test me, don't wanna do it, I keeps it jumpin<br>
.44 Mag will definitely keep you stumpin<br>
We back again<br>
Them killers from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N<br>
I'm representin<br>
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G'yeah, (Where we goin?)<br>
To the West, my Gz, to the West (To where?)<br>
Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your chest (So waddup?)<br>
To the West, my Gz, uhh<br>
Compton all day, Compton all day<br>
G'yeah (come on, uhh, come on, uhh)<br>
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Our motto's "Do or Die", we specialise in<br>
hittin switches and dumpin fools in ditches<br>
If it's on, it's on, regulatin<br>
Player hatin, run your organisation like a poem<br>
Put that down like James Brown, I got'cha<br>
Hey fool, I shot ya<br>
Domes get delivered on platters<br>
Hot heat from under the seat, fools you better stagger<br>
My Uzi weighs a tonne<br>
Stomp and claimin Compton from, g'yeah, day one<br>
Sometimes I got to thank God<br>
for puttin me in the middle of the land, where homies buck and sqwuab<br>
For life, Compton for life and not for this rap<br>
Stay true to the streets, so Gz get it straight<br>
It just got to be that way<br>
For my Gz that's, why everyday<br>
sneaks around, to put the buck down<br>
Compton 24/7, g'yeah, stay the hell down<br>
We clown on the daily<br>
Others try and fade the West but they must be crazy<br>
I'm representin<br>
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G'yeah (Hey, come on)<br>
To the West, my Gz, to the West<br>
Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your chest<br>
And we ain't sayin no names, uhh<br>
Compton, uhh, g'yeah<br>
Buck em down, buck em down<br>
Buck em, brrrgh, uhh<br>
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