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!