[Intro]

Geah! G-g-geah! G-g-g-geah! G-g-g-g-geah!

Cmon, It's compton!

G-g-g-geah, It's compton!

Uh, Dub I-N-C



[Verse 1]

Who in the fuck can y'all call along to represent?

Disrespect the west and he talkin shit

Til the casket drops, boy I don't quit

Wit the hammer cocked back, boy too legit

That's gangsta, the only thing I'm wit

Compton hoodrats, every word I spit

And ain't 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

There's so many motherfuckin in love thugs

Got quick to spit love arrows, no slugs

We ain't doin nothin but shootin up in the clubs

West coast niggaz, wrong fools to rub



[Chorus 1]

Geah, Geah, Geah, Geah

It's 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, It's so nonsense

It's obvious I got the best of you

What's left is the breath of the all star shoot

It's all for the money, What would you do?

Sell out for the shit? Real g's stay true

To my real street rhymers, Reppin lifetimers

Niggaz still strugglin, Fuck them hill climbers

We ain't 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 ain't cool

You ain't earn no respect boy, Follow the rules

Bitches tellin me eiht don't be so cruel

Geah, That's just the way we live

Don't worry, Cause I got extra shots to give



[Chorus 2]

Geah, Geah, Geah

Dub I-N-C, Cmon it's compton

Geah, Geah

Nobody beat us kid, Nobody beat us kid



[Verse 3]

Man I can't stop and I won't stop

Reppin dub s til the casket drops

And if y'all 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 g's, Bitch make some calls

And i'ma stay so hood

Street stripes ain't 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 I'm wit that, As a matter of fact

One hand over the dash, Stop the blowback

Catch a blow, Jack, Oh no, It's not a act

While you face down, Ya bitch givin the bozack



[Chorus 3: x2]

Geah, G-g-g-g-geah, It's 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