Geah

Some of that thug shit

Hoo-Bangin' Gangstas in the house

Representin' for the West

Compton one time

Check this out, uh



Geah

Hoo-Bangin' in the house

We gon' do it like this

Compton in the house

For all the thug niggas out there

Life ain't nuthin' but money and hot nines

Crooked hoes, keepin hid from one...

Check me out



Somebody help me out the ghetto

Cause there's some things I just can't let go, uh

My mind takes a twirl

Lord, I try to cope with it, but I scream: fucks the world!

Young nigga with dreams of schemes for the cash

But then awaken to the sounds of late nite gun blasts

My moms told my ass: hit the floor!

Before the hot ones echo through the window

Damn, why the fuck it's - my block

Graffiti lookin' greedy and niggas who slangin' rock

Fo' sho', I wanna be like that, fuck Mike

Unless Mike was on the corner with a strap at night

Gettin harrassed by the cops cause he's tryin' to make some dough

So he can push up from a Caddy and dumps the Pinto

So everybody in the hood can cops the lleyo

And I can collects the cash flow



Chrous:



Life ain't nuthin' but money and hot nines

Crooked hoes, keepin hid from one-time

You got your strap uh, I got mine

Takin you back to the time of '89



Pops sendin money in lines from out of state

But too late, I'm on the corner now way past eight

Better they be on the look out for dark head lights

Or get caught up in a twist of a long kiss goodnight

Love the days of gettin paid With the cavi I clock 

When I roam the hard knocks are the court down block 

Turnin tide, now you bitch niggas wanna trip

With a year-old Cutlass and a bag full of grips

Still dips the hood, stay true is what they tell me

Fuck you bitch-ass niggas, know the nina never fail me

Lord, forgive me cause sometimes I can't deal

With the pressures from the hood where the mentality to kill

Protects me and my kids next, that's real

Jealous-ass bitches cause y'all gots no skrill

Time will reveal

I be damned if I let y'all niggas stop my next meal 



Chorus...



Now I sits in late nite spots and clock chips

With a bag of chips eatin loaded up extra clips

Watch out for the knock at the do'

Throw your money through the mail and pick up the damn blow

Quickly now, don't let the po-po show

Or I'm hitted to the spot where the moon don't blow

Life's a bitch, life's not a dance

Life's too short for my ass to try to chance

Last place niggas get caught for the fuckin dollars

Have your ass on G.R. while I dip Impalas

Blue-collar niggas sellin to white-collar fools

But I don't givin a fuck, y'all know cash rules

Pay ya dues, stay true to the street

Get your money, man, fo' sho' packs my heat

Told by the G'z that talk is cheap

But y'all know since the days I'm in too deep

C'mon



Chorus...



Hoo-Bangin' in the house, c'mon

You know the fuck we regulate

For all the thug niggas out there

Thug niggas on the block

Compton to the fullest

Hoo-Bangin' till I die, nigga

Check this out



Chorus...



Geah

Compton 

Geah

Hoo-Bangin' to the fullest

Geah