Section 8

Gyeah
Gyeah
We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods
These real cpt g's please show no love
Compton
Compton
In this bitch
Somebody told me
Mc eiht is back with that thug shit
Compton
Check it out

[ verse 1 ]

My mindstate too late it's been gone
Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong
I hustle all day to the fuckin break of dawn
Sendin niggas' bodies to hell like sadam
Appetite for destruction corruption
To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin
Always into something you heard of me
Killer for reala my nigga another tragedy
Pops in the clip and slips the automatic
Anybody killer i gat it stay tatted
Fucks them high class i like em hoodratted
When the shells slide they panic
Nigga straight static
Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy
Defy you mock me you're gettin sloppy
I rolls through goes through such and such
The angel of death meets you time to touch
Mind of a lunatic quick to handle
Sackin muthafuckas like i was john randall
I blows out your spot like a candle
I fucks you up muthafucka like i was rambo

[ verse 2 ]

Easy as it comes i can handle the drama
I bucks givin a fuck and high off marihuana
Sendin your body through some muthafuckin trauma
I can dump the damn body you can scream for mama
Common sense you make your ass hit the fence
Run fast or catch the consequence
My straight aim i got it with confidence
The sticky situation i make it intense
The instigator the muthafuckin regulator
The quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltrator
The violator the muthafucka with heat
Let me see if you can beat it from across the street
I'ma knock your damn noodles cos your talk is cheap
I'm a rockabye nigga cos your ass asleep
I'ma show you the way let these real g's play
Stick and move with the working clock like sugar ray

[ verse 3 ]

Y'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up
Y'all know when the fuckin cash drawer your hands goes up
Close up shop nigga the hood's in town
Hand over the money and don't make a sound
Doomsday no parlay no politickin
We packs up with extra clips and steady dippin
Niggas in black coats with black nines
Dig into your body and catch the flatline
Your mama cry over your body at funeral time
Gang related one-time reported the usual signs
Hot crimes killin who dropped dimes
Smokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes
Y'all know the time it's now the pow-wow
The big payback have a nigga lay down
Anyway you bring it i want it
Gun-totin killin muthafucka from compton's most wanted
Lifestyles of the ghetto foul
Music to driveby in my dash when i style
100% gangsta steady servin
Me and my homie dub-c curb servin
Gyeah

Geah
Thug shit, check this out
Compton, geah
I don't think they heard me on this one
I said: compton, nigga!
That's how we doin it
Regulating for all the gangstas
West side, nigga, hoo-bangin' gangstas, you know i'm sayin'
Check this out
I said i dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline
Comtpon, where we from, nigga?
Compton, all day, nigga
We gon' start it like this
Check this out

Way back 4-4's seven years in the pen
.38 with wooden handles and a fifth with gin
Let me begin, before the days of committin sins
I was a lil' knucklehead getting courted in
Till i die c.p.t., y'all can't budge me
Kill a nigga for the neighborhood, can't judge me
I'm lettin' the fire spit, y'all fools catchin' some slugs
I regulate, servin' you way that straight thug
You know if you're slippin' you get laid up in the mud
Take over your spot, pushin' china white and bud
The devious, the mind blowin', the over-throwin
Christmas everyday in the hood, i keep it snowin
It's hot like that where i'm from
You bitches tryin to test, you meet the m-1
From sun up, nigga, to sun down
I pull out, your gat go down
Bitches, i run town, what up?

Geah
I said i dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline...

Y'all start runnin' and screamin' and pushin'
And yellin' and slippin' and duckin'
When you see the tec-9 buckin'
Stagger them motherfuckers, make em wish they hid
Spittin, call me the ghetto fuckin' billy the kid
You be layin on your back tryin' to catch yo' breath
Life starts to flash, now you're nearing death
What's left, bitch? you see the glock starts tickin'
Die, as i blast one more you stop kickin'
Flee the scene to my next to akin
Call back to the house, so they fly in ends
Just made a real close trip to the pen
And in another town i start the same trend
I sets up shot cuz your ass is done
Hoo-bang all day, my uzi weighs a ton
Ain't no fun if you don't want none
Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, you're numb
C'mon, geah

Chorus...

My mind got me caught in a twist, i can't cope
I reminisce on the days in the hood slangin' dope
Certain territories yo' ass couldn't float
And if you caught slippin', then fool, that's all she wrote
I like the life while dippin' blocks with heats
I'm ready in a second to stop yo' heartbeat
Fuckin' around in the hood, smokin' with hoes
Violators hit the blocks, we hittin' the floors
Y'all ain't caught us slippin', only wasted your ammo
We dips back through, dumps with the 4-4
Hollows come out the dark chamber
Express my anger, never run from danger
Servin mo' yayo, dash from the ranger
Die by the hand of the unknown stranger
My position is stick, situation is thick
I ride with real muthafuckas and hit licks
The compton lunatic, way too sick
Conflict you pick, hear the 9 click, c'mon

Chorus...

Geah
Comtpon gangsters all day
Hoo-bangin' affiliates
You catch the flatline

[ice cube]
When i hear the words: murda murda, i concern a
Slug in your burden brain
Niggas heard of me
From here to eternity
Fuck hell cause i can feel the earth burn in me
Now we can meet, we can greet, we can see, we can eat
We can hold court in the street
Whatcha wanna do?
I just ate, it's a quarter to 8
I'm in section 8 with mc eiht and a 38 (yeah)
And i'm ready to ride for this shit
Muthafucka done invested his life in this shit
And we ain't losin' rather take a penitentiary chance
And ?? your house like some blue and red ends
Make you dance like holyfield
And we'll rob you like lennox lewis
And you can't do nuthin' to us (nuthin')
Spent my life with the west rollies
A few of 'em still gangbangin in they 40's, what
Violatin parolies

[ice cube, mack 10 & eiht]
Ye-ye-ye-e
Gangstas make the world go round
And stayin' down in the y-2-k
That's what they say
It's hoo-bang muthafucka and we don't play
Eiht, cube and mack: iii tha hood way, geah
I said...

[mack 10]
Mack 10 is the lick, west side is the click (yeah)
I can't get enough of this gangsta shit
So i drag my 5-7 down the shores and the skate
???? play some vibrate for humpin' section 8
I stay g'd up and down, it's the bumper when it's late
With my hair bitch-braid sportin' murder one shades
It's the heat bringer, king inglewood swinger
And fuck every nigga that ain't a hoo-banger (hoo-banger!)
No color lines make dimes, it's color blind
And i ain't trippin' cause your rag ain't bright as mine
Let's rock t-birds up, sew up the place
Get on the paper chase and let us smoke our free base
I'm a straight go-getter, grinded till i'm rich
I stay down and dirty and screamin' fuck a bitch (fuck you bitch!)
Me, eiht and don mega off the hook together
It's iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever, what

Chorus...

[eiht]
Three niggas, three time felons with three strikes (yeah)
Three times equal 9's, khakis and knives
Roll on swings as i bumps the flashlight
Nice off i flip to the hard, my shit's tight
Small nigga in the backseat with loc's
Tryin' to come up on cash cause we downer at last
Gun smoke, my tramp 8's start to spittin'
Put the hood i scream loud, give a fuck who i'm hittin'
West side compton, hoo-bang' fo' sho'
Put they work for my g's, six feet below
The murda show, muthafuckas ride with me
There's one life to live so i cops the key
Once upon a time in the projects with heat
Slangin' my shit: you don't work, you don't eat
You can take this boy out tha hood
But you can't take the hood out a nigga
Hand stays on the trigga, geah

Chorus...

[cube & eiht]
Iii tha hood way ye-yey (fo' sho')
Iii tha hood way ye-yey (for the 9-9 fool)
Iii tha hood way ye-yey (you know how tha fuck we do it)
Iii tha hood way ye-yey (hoo-bangin' fo' life!)
Yeah (geah)
Geah
The compton shit
Mc eiht (tha criminal shit)
For your ass
Ice cube (dumpin' out the trey)
Dumpin' out the rag seven
Mack 10 (givin' yo' ass just what you need)
That thug shit
West side hoo-bangin' gangstas
Compton fo' life
Geah
Babeeee...

Geah (hey)
Hey
We money makers in the house
You know how we do it

All i needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
All i needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
Gettin' paid is the american dream
All i needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
Geah

[high t]
Like the l.a. lakers
We tryin' to be a money maker
But that's kinda hard to do amongst a gang of salt-shakers
So how can money can a nation when playa-hation do
Think about it, probably of couple niggas playa hatin' you
Because you got a lil' sommethin, trying to keep shit tight
Not at the bar, gettin drunk, trying to pick a fight
But mad niggas got it backwards like they ass was in the front
Actin' like they smoke rock and now grass up in they blunt
I gots no words for em, just 'fist of fury' like bruce
I let loose on they ass, then hit the fence like juice
And don't be a broke nigga fuckin' everybody's bitch
Niggas'll get mad cause they gotta pay for this shit
Just cause you got more game then a next man, don't make it bad
Every real nigga got a hustle to 'em, even your dad
So do what you gotta, but don't cross that line
You get yours, i get mine, and everything'll be fine

All i needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
All i needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
Gettin' paid is the american dream
All i needs is my strawberriez -n- cream...

[eiht]
I needs money, that's why the palm itches
Masterplans and schemes, so i can get riches
Potent 20's to double up's and quarter pieces
Fancy cars to condos with ????
Pops out the dream (chin-chin)
Cause it seems the corner just ain't workin
In the cut, down the alley, see the one times lurkin'
Everybody packs a sack skrill's not to large
I hooks up a sweet deal with chico de barge
Me's the shit, shippin, price is way to high
I could take my chips by ?the product?, double up, kinda fly
Cops the work but still strap cocked by the side
Asked the bitch that i fuck if she was gon' take the ride
Reply: cool!, what's my take on a china white sack?
A thousand, bitch, to your ass, everyone that come back
She say: cool baby, i'm in, try to regulate this cheese
Kept a smile on my face while she dropped to her knees
Picks up the phone and call chill ?????
But you's a fuckin' hard line they might ?????

All i needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
All i needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
Gettin' paid is the american dream
All i needs is my strawberriez -n- cream...

[eiht]
Touch down for pounds so i can makes my loot
Look for a long hair, redbone in a nike suit
Don't look suspicious, leave yo' dough at home
Straight out the airport, hit me on the pay phone
To the ho-tel, mo-tel
Whatever pleases, just get my mail
You knows the business
Extra care with the sacks
16 and done spent, bring 24 bag
Don't let them show change on the pack
Cause if they do, 187 is the fac'
Did you make it, okay ?????
I'm on my way back with your pay
Life is lookin kinda lovely to me
Regulate out the state with the ghetto d
My connection's tight, so don't believe the hype
But y'all keep hypin, i make money off of the pipe

All i needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
All i needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
Gettin' paid is the american dream
All i needs is my strawberriez -n- cream

Geah
Hello
Geah
Regulators
Paper chasing
Real niggas standin on the ave, 24-7
Tryin' to regulate that

[ intro ]
Gyeah
Regulatin for the west
Hoo bangin gangstas in the house
Gyeah
Compton
All day
For the thugs

[ verse 1 ]
I tell you it's hell up in compton, know what i mean
Niggas'll keep you dumpin plottin for cream
On a late night tip straight chasin your dream
Just a young knucklehead tryin to run with the team
Moms and pops tripped and slipped into the split
Now the days got tight cause this nigga wasn't gettin shit
The old fools down the block said: you're dumb
If you sling that white they will come
Now i know the game 50 double into the c- note
The beach cruiser flipped into the el camino
My hoodrat bitch done got a little class
Swap meet jewelry to tight jeans with ass
The .380 tucked away in a stash
The old school tapes i pumps in the dash
Just so i can smash
Sometimes i wonder how the hood life could last

[ chorus ]
The hood still took me under ( somebody help me out )
That's true
The hood still got me nigga
Like you
Gettin money on the blocks with my crew ( i don't wanna be here )
I'll be a thug nigga till my days is through
Come on
The hood still got me under ( somebody help me out )
That's true
The hood got me nigga
Like you
Gettin money on the blocks with my crew ( i don't wanna be here )
I'll be a thug nigga till my days is trough

[ verse 2 ]
One-times is gafflin that's the story
Another drive-by, another territory
Seems that they got a nigga all shook up
Y'all know we run the fuckin streets if we all hook up
But fuck it back to the fat packs i cook up
Your clientel down the block i straight took up
Dead presidents i got to stack it (ching-ching)
Infiltrators can't see the [ ] in my jacket
Lord you gotta forgive me for bein a thug
Niggas cross the frontline, catch the slug
Bullet cracks the window, body hits the rug
Burn rubber-sound means a nigga just dug
Out the crime scene back to my section
Slippin in the dark, shoulda had protection
That's how it goes never take shit lightly
Hoo bangin gangstas thinkin just like me

[ chorus ]

Check this out ( somebody help me out )
Gyeah
Compton all day
Come on ( somebody help me out )
Hoo bang all day nigga ( somebody help me out )
Representin for the west ( somebody help me out )
Gyeah

[ chorus ]

Gyeah ( somebody help me out )
Representin for all the thugs ( i don't wanna be here )
For all the thugs rest in peace
The real g's
Gyeah ( somebody help me out )
You know how we do it ( i don't wanna be here )
Representin for the west
Hoo bangin affiliance
Compton
Gyeah
( somebody help me out )
( somebody help me out )
( somebody help me out )
( i don't wanna be here )
( somebody help me out )
( i don't wanna be here )

Murder niggas at night
Some of that real thug shit
We murder niggas at night
And in the morning
We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin'

Murder for hire
Click caps to pay bills
For this young g
Steps back and kill at will
I ain't playing with your
No game, the shit's real
So i hits the blocks with yay, no fucking deal (that's right)
I'm heated - and i'm greedy as fuck, i need a meal
My dog told me watch out for shit and pack steel
"and if you care - lil' nigga, get a vest (boom boom!)
Cause niggas be hungry like you and they ready to test"
You die, motherfucker, it's the same gang tale
Niggas talk about who did the killing in jail
We hoo-bangers, hit you block, throw it up
Smash, the real regulators sowed it up
Push rhymes like weight, push - real weight
Get my money comin' in from state to state (chin chin)
Contemplate, my niggas escape to the house
Cause if i'm caught by the times, then i'm - assed out

We murder niggas at night
And in the morning (compton all day, nigga)
We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin'
We murder niggas at night
We hoo bang, bitch, so heed your fuckin warning
(hoo-bang' all day nigga)
We murder niggas at night
And in the morning
We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' (geah)
We murder niggas at night
We hoo bang, bitch, here's your fuckin warning

Y'all needs to back the fuck up or your block gon' burn
Me and my nigga blast with the same gat - it's my turn
Money and the power, it's my time to earn
You're dead on arrival, to whom it may concern
Real thug from the street, yes, die for the cause
Dips the blocks with the heat, right next to my balls
I be the first nigga to jump on the - front line
Slang quarter piece rocks and dodgin - one time
Everybody hustlin' for cash and that's real
Half of us niggas be looking for any bill
Lock down ?? my ass ??
But i bails out, another head back to coke
I gots to bang the hood, slang - till it drop
The enemies i fear not, fuck a cop
The enemies, they come close but get popped
I lasted, laughed last till your heart stopped

Chorus...

Easily i approach
The nigga who's slippin'
I ain't no joke
The tense situation
I gotta provoke
They run real fast
When they see the gunsmoke (hey - boom boom!)
I got - hot ones to test y'all, bless y'all
West y'all - at the - funeral hall
Your homies take sips as they reminisce on nuthin'
I come around catchin' you slippin', doing a dumping
One little, two little, three little suckers
Hoo-bangin' niggas is killers, you muthafucka
???? my homie scar when he ride
So every other day when i hit your damn side
Feel my fuckin' revenge
As i blast through your house with your family and friends (boom boom!)
Back to my block, serving 20's and 10's (what up!)
In the back of the alley sippin' 40's and gins (right)
On sundays, church
Moms pray for my sins
And ask to protect until my life ends, geah

Chorus...

Compton all day, nigga
Hoo-bang all day, nigga
You know how the fuck we represent
To the fullest
Thuggin'
9-9 times, nigga
Eiht packs the 9, so get it straight

Geah

Gyeah gyeah gyeah
Its goin out to all them g`s
To all them thug niggas still in the pen
All my homiez in ya and shit
Still in the struggle
For all them thug niggas out there representin hoo bangin to the fullest
What all you motherfuckers gon do
Check me out

[ verse 1 ]
What you motherfuckers gon throw up
What you motherfuckers gon do
Get your ass sow up
When i blast the 22
Player times is ill
Half of you niggas be wishin rhymes can kill
Hoo bangin who claimin the same hood as me
I guarantee them motherfucker ain`t as good as me
I'm takin chances when givin circumstancers the deal with
Got a brand new gat from my homiez so i can kill with
17 shots makin 17 niggas drop
Now its 13 ammalances headin to the circle spot
To some of them niggas sleepin like toxic ways
It will be a closed casket cause i blast to the face
They got a taste of my heater
Hoppin cisalin like cup of heater
The only way that a nigga coulde be tha
Its the be fastest a fuckin sheeter

[ chorus ]
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
Gyeah
I said bangin in the cpt

[ verse 2 ]
I sit back and reminisce about the days of old
As i crack the ogo watchin my platinum vote
First rule i always had to roll with heat
Cause its a cold cruel world with some stonecold streets
Which block you set trippin happy
Wrong shit out of their teeth catch the reef
No sorrow cause it might be me dead tomorrow
So ya'll see the hollow its the cold i follow
I really miss my g that got shot last year
So i shead a tear and pour out a little beer
Now look at how the enemies made me i'm crazy
Disguise is hazy from your shoulders you can't face me
I blaze up the blunt start to talk up gyeah
All the points for the hood i don't chalked a gyeah
Cause i ain't got nothin to loose
I'm yellin west you bitch as i serve you fools
Come on

[ chorus ]
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
Uhh
I said bangin in the cpt
Gyeah
Uhh
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
Uhh
I said bangin in the cpt
Come on check me out

[ verse 3 ]
I said life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
Blast get the cash live my life like yummy
Time to flies when i ride it seems funny
Make shure i spit the shells deep up in your tummy
Who got shot on your block the spots hot
Caps get peeled on your block like tic tac
No happy days just criminal ways
And the criminal mind make shure the crime pays
Who lays deep in the cut i'm givin a fuck
Cause sometimes i just feel like a nut
Drove off in the alley so i can hit they gates
And release the wooden handle 38 with dub take
They cock the half of my nigga l from gray
Chronic got me beepin my chest like them age
Brave ain't the case they gave me was 187
For sendin niggas to hell and heaven

[ chorus ]
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
I said bangin in the cpt
Gyeah
Come on
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
Bangin in the i-n-g
Gyeah
Come on
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
Bangin in the s.c.
Gyeah
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
Bangin in the lbc
Gyeah
Come on
Ohhh
Hoo bangin in the house
Come on gyeah
Hoo bangin in the house
Come on gyeah
Its goin out to all my g's
Its goin out to all my g's locked down in the pen
Still on the struggle
Now the fuck we do it
Gyeah
Westside fo life
Cpt till i die
Hoo bangin to the fullest
Gyeah