Geah

Geah

Geah

Hoo-Bang, nigga

Some of that futuristic shit

For that ass

Keepin it thuggish, though

Check it out



[ VERSE 1 ]

The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough

Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff

Eiht had enough, I'm smoking my fluff

Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough

My theme is I push music to driveby

I slide through, scoop up four and ride high

Strap under the seat my hood technique

As I destroy your block like _Dante's Peak_

Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun

On my turf puttin in work since day one

Y'all ain't heard enough about a nigga singin the blues

Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news

John Walsh, wash me up, you're crazy

Havin my face captured 180

Can't go there, ain't havin that, man, fuck

The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck



[ CHORUS ]

Sometimes in the hood it's so rough

That makes niggas from the hood stay tough

Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs

16, double the stash, you do the math		(2x)



[ VERSE 2 ]

I guess my mind's on the track, gotta get me a stack

And in fact, homebody, you know what gun I pack

Keeps y'all enemies close that stay cheatin

When they ask make fast and start heatin

Niggas ain't fuckin around - dodge mine

Drop yours, bitch, and lay that ass down

Keep your face to the ground, don't even look

No positive ID and all the money was took

Shook the hell up out the spot and kept away from snitches

Took a trip across town just to floss my riches

Bitches turn into niggas and start yappin

One more hit on your house where y'all nappin

Dumpin one, catch you in the midnight, the late night hour

The hollow point shower

The sweet success thatt you taste has got sour

Straight, Eiht regulate my thug power



[ CHORUS ]



[ VERSE 3 ]

My niggas disappoint me thinkin y'all can fade it

Still player-hated, wishin y'all made it

Stay down, Hoo-Bangin niggas takin over

G's in lows puttin holes up in a Rover

Told ya, stop tryin to walk in our shoes

Real thugs hail from the west, first rule

In fact, we the first Bloods and Crips

First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips

First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop

Bring the prices down low, y'all pick the rest to cop

Copy cats, now y'all dippin lows with heats

Pepetratin Fresh Coast, tryin to roll our streets

Hate your sight, catch you on a red-eye flight

Commence the sweatin the groove just for spite

Lucky though, I give you a pass and let you go

I'ma catch you on the road at another rap show



[ CHORUS ]



Geah

Hoo-Bang, nigga

That makes niggas from the turf stay tough

Geah 

Westside, you know

Sometimes in the hood it's so rough

Geah, you know what we do

That makes niggas from the turf stay tough