[Intro] Geah! G-g-geah! G-g-g-geah! G-g-g-g-geah! Cmon, It's compton! G-g-g-geah, It's compton! Uh, Dub I-N-C [Verse 1] Who in the fuck can y'all call along to represent? Disrespect the west and he talkin shit Til the casket drops, boy I don't quit Wit the hammer cocked back, boy too legit That's gangsta, the only thing I'm wit Compton hoodrats, every word I spit And ain't nothin but lowlives, girl go buy jeans Try to find her a hood star, bitch got big dreams Man, her and the homegirl fuckin teens Tryin to make it to hood rich by all means A true west coaster, gun, no holster Wit the gang bang signs thrown up at my poster There's so many motherfuckin in love thugs Got quick to spit love arrows, no slugs We ain't doin nothin but shootin up in the clubs West coast niggaz, wrong fools to rub [Chorus 1] Geah, Geah, Geah, Geah It's compton Dub I-N-C, Uh, Dub I-N-C [Verse 2] In the middle of the street, Let the strap commence Tryin to fuck wit the best side, It's so nonsense It's obvious I got the best of you What's left is the breath of the all star shoot It's all for the money, What would you do? Sell out for the shit? Real g's stay true To my real street rhymers, Reppin lifetimers Niggaz still strugglin, Fuck them hill climbers We ain't tryin to outshine, Speak the outline I could say it last time, The hood is mine And I gotta deal wit so many jealous-ass fools Still smilin in my face man, We ain't cool You ain't earn no respect boy, Follow the rules Bitches tellin me eiht don't be so cruel Geah, That's just the way we live Don't worry, Cause I got extra shots to give [Chorus 2] Geah, Geah, Geah Dub I-N-C, Cmon it's compton Geah, Geah Nobody beat us kid, Nobody beat us kid [Verse 3] Man I can't stop and I won't stop Reppin dub s til the casket drops And if y'all fearin the west, Best call the cops Symbolize wearin hood bandannas in drops Homeboys, Make some noise, Ya guns pop Hoodrats in the summer shorts, Skirts, And tops Barroom brawls, Backs against walls Wit a bail of 20 g's, Bitch make some calls And i'ma stay so hood Street stripes ain't talkin so I knock on wood Nigga, I fight the power, Black steel in the hour Even motherfucker who spit it could never get it And I'm wit that, As a matter of fact One hand over the dash, Stop the blowback Catch a blow, Jack, Oh no, It's not a act While you face down, Ya bitch givin the bozack [Chorus 3: Repeat 2x] Geah, G-g-g-g-geah, It's compton G-g-g-g-geah, Uh, Nobody beat us kid Nobody beat us kid [Outro] To the West, you know how the fuck we do Uh, nobody beat us kid, nobody beat us kid Geah, original, CM Dub, geah Nobody beat us kid, Nobody beat us kid