Mc Eiht - Compton 4 Death

Geah
One two, one two, uh
(Compton 4 death...)
And how's the fuck we gon' doin' in this one
Y'all don't hear me up in here
Geah
Half Ounce one time, stick'em
Represent


Eight years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some gangsta rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
I grabbed the blunt and then it went this way
Eiht bucked a nigga down to the ground
And everybody heard about the Compton sound
Criminals to drug - dealers grouped with skan'less hoes
To the baby kids making the hood grow
Can you feel me? Gotta make my pay!