Make Me Some Mo’

[Intro]
Geah, Compton official, uhuh x3

[Verse 1]
I'm tryna make it bang, like a AK
So I spin a couple heads like a DJ
Spin a record make it sound so easy
Hey, Eiht Keep It Hood on GP
Say, damn, them niggas talkin' like it's brand new
West Coast be the brand, nigga, who are you?
And, nigga, I ain't beefin' with yo' punchlines
Wack niggas reppin' the West, we best charge fine
And that's fine by me
If we got to draw some, back out slowly
You in to miss the Compton's Most Wanted, my friend
Couple hood rat hoes, niggas fresh out the pen
And then, what's left is the real West
Best get it right, ain't no fuckin' contest
Any episode you wanted, turn the page
We even ready for it live on stage
Rough and tough like my homegirl Rage
Anyone of you wack clowns, nigga, fuck the age
One by one, watch all and fall
It's Compton real West so fuck all y'all, geah

[Chorus]
Another day, another dollar, it's about gettin' money
Geah, geah!
As I get funky on the track
And that's the sound that the homies hear
And I'm lettin' you know
We bust shots so stay clear
Damn right
Compton, Blue Stamp, nigga, all year
Word, haven't you heard?

[Verse 2]
My mind made up, I'mma keep it real street
My pants real low, hand next to the heat
Hood rat in the front seat roll up the hash
Get a nigga real high so the car go fast
Smash through the Hub on slow mo'
What you lookin' at? Niggas let us know
Nowadays, these niggas can't get it right
Anyways, kill it, nigga, 'fore we take flight
Outta sight, you niggas outta yo' mind
Sound scans, nigga, just can't find
Check the history, the underground stats
It's real from day one, nigga, and that's that
And knowin' that, we ain't scared of you dopefiends
This brand new hood nigga, in yo' dreams
Eiht, Compton, set the record straight
I shut the nigga down, so lemme give 'em straight
I heard the nigga say Eiht gotta bring it back
That One Time Gaffle, a Cadillac
Another Victim, I'm in Jack Mode
And you can get the Duck Sick, fuck a dress code
Or maybe let the guns go explode
Or Niggas Strugglin', so cold
Geah, the story told, until the money fold
I'm in the hood with the work 'til it's all sold

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Brenk Sinatra on the beat, oh yeah
Blue Stamp official
Yo' nigga Eiht in the buildin'
Most Wanted, nigga
Uh g-g-g-g-geah!
You hear that?
I'm gon' make me some mo' hood shit, nigga
Keep it goin', geah!
Clap, clap, gun clap [x2]