[Intro]

Geah

Blue Stamp Official

Lets get 'em

[Verse 1]

I reminisce like Pete Rock, Loc, where the smoke go?

I take a hit and take it back where they loco (Geah)

My vocal point: Compton local (It's Compton)

On the DL, keep a low profile

Niggas don't smile, so the rounds tell

Hustle be the MO, 5-0, hell

Yell when they come (When they come)

Where you bang from?

Checkin' the tattoos (It's Compton)

Sweatin' the income (Geah)

And I dont sweat a mothafucka cuz I'm on one (On one)

Cuz anything y'all doing, niggas, been done

Geah, Eiht on a rampage

Two shots, buck 'em down with the 12 gauge (Bah)

And I ain't tryna hit you with some blow up

The inhale smell have your chest start toe up (Geah)

WS all day, niggas grimy (Grimy)

Keeping these phony mothafuckas way behind me

[Hook]

Geah, g-g-g-geah

Where you goin' to?

G-g-g-g-g-geah, geah

I gives a fuck what you goin' through (Geah, geah)

G-g-g-g-geah

Moafucka, what you gon' do? (Geah)

Geah, where you goin' to? (Uh-huh)

I'm headed Westbound (Westbound)

It's Compton all day with the hood sound

[Verse 2]

Got my mind made up, I'mma stick to the streets (Geah)

Until we all rich, whole neighborhood eats (Ching!)

And I ain't here to rhyme like another dude (Uh-huh)

I keep it Compton, any time I'm in the mood (Brr)

Move over, niggas tryna get a rep (Geah)

A new dance step (hey!), another concept (Uh-huh)

Why you niggas slept? It's no jokin' (Uh-huh)

Music to Driveby (skrr) and the block left smokin' (Brr)

The hood rat strokin' but the P ain't free

And you can keep trickin' for a very large fee

Never me cuz it's real hard times (Oh)

And stick to the script if your life like mines (Uh-huh)

Another R-I-P, another dope sale (Dope sale)

Another day niggas all on you coat tail

Geah, what the fuck are they yellin'?

One Time's comin' so niggas start bellin' (Haha)

[Chorus]

Geah, g-g-g-geah

Where you goin' to? (Geah)

G-g-g-g-geah

I gives a fuck what you goin' through

Geah, ay, little nigga, what you gon' do? (Geah)

Geah, where you goin' to?

I'm headed Westbound

It's Compton all day with the hood sound

[Verse 3]

It's West Coast real talk say bring it back (Bring it back)

They fucked a nigga one time in a Cadillac (Ching)

A couple switches, real rap and a hood rat (Geah)

No mothafuckin' trickin', nigga, we ain't with that (Uh-huh)

I teach the mothafuckin' lesson like X-Clan

The West Coast, oh yes, be less and planned

Tryna fight the powers that be

And fight against a couple of suckas that's phony (Uh-huh)

It's on me, I die for the cause (Hah)

And put this bullshit rap back on pause (Hold up)

Hold y'all applause, cuz we ain't done (We ain't done)

Think o' y'all wanna brawl so we just begun

Real raps will travel to any nigga spot

Mothafuckas wanna battle but they ass ain't high (Uh-huh)

So play ya ass outta dodge (Uh-huh)

One shot, kill 'em off so it's no mirage, geah

[Chorus]

Geah, g-g-g-geah

Where you goin' to? (Uh-huh)

Geah, g-g-geah

I gives a fuck what you goin' through (Geah)

And like me, little nigga, what you gon' do?

Where you goin' to? (Where you goin' to?)

I'm headed Westbound (Westbound)

It's Compton (it's Compton) all day with the hood sound

[Outro]

Geah!

Brenk Sinatra on the beat

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