Geah

Compton

For the millenium

Half Ounce (boogie)

And Tha8t'z Gangsta

Geah (geah)

C'mon uh

Thugs

How we get that

Bitches

All day



Yes y'all, dippin' to the beat

You can even dance or just grab your heat

Never under the seat, left the first place

Seek, destroy's the ways come the boss face, I

Move the World like I move the crowd

Your ass get scared like you wanted alive

Run the block from the ?? I'm back to the top

Have my bitch on my block right set up shop

Did a little shoppin' if the money was puffy

At the local strip club where the hoes would pop it

Breath and stop it

You know how we do for dollars

Dippin' Impalas

Catch me in a club I holler

If it's cash on the table

I'm willin' enable (chin chin)

Strapped with a 44 gangsta's the label (cluck-cluck)

You know We Come Strapped, Compton on the map

Your hood collapse with tight militant like that geah



We get the money, all day everyday

Fly bitches that get down, ain't shit funny nigga all day everyday

Gangstas lean, know what I mean, all day everyday

Thugs, bitches, geah, hoe, c'mon



Show stopper, 6-3 hopper

Guess is the rapper slash the gay copper

Use to be a poppa till I pop the rock

Pop the Glocks

Run, dump and roam the blocks

Where a

Plenty of hoes poppin' coochies up in the spot tryin' to

Kill sometime while I make a knot

Tied up, no twist, bling-bling the risk

Mama said one day happy days like this (geah)

Mama said how can't happen all leave 'em piss

Leave your name on the wall, keep fuckin' with y'all

Keep it old school like Prince Paul false call

Till the One-Times come to the west on boss boss