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Blue Stamp Brenk we gon' get 'em on this one Let's get 'em LOC I'm one hundred from the hood point of view (cheah) West-west y'all, hood niggas stay true (west) My jeans still sag, the color still blue Hood shit, nigga, spit cheah, only a few That's what it do LOC, I don't flip Gang shit for the grip, Compton don't trip And it's so necessary I don't follow the speech My motto be the hollow point slug for each Fuck the radio, ban me, they can't stand me Never winnin' a Grammy, still gon' jam E Bitch give a fuck about swag I'm a real D boy check the duffel bag Compton 'til I die, or somebody kill The hood got me back like that for real Nigga, chill, got it back on lock That real deal heavy weight flood the bock (cheah) You reppin' the hood, Eiht? Got that! You smokin' that good, Eiht? Got that! You reppin' the West, Eiht? Got that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh You reppin' the hood, Eiht? Got that! You smokin' that good, Eiht? Got that! You reppin' the West, Eiht? Got that! Cheah! Hold up, hold up History of violence Move in silence Compton make it bang, here's your daily guidance (uh huh, uh huh) Nigga, I be the truth Every line is mines I spit in the booth Tryna make that shit that make you feel good Never commercial, Eiht real hood Who would? Nobody but your nigga Rep to get dough just like he should (cheah) Eiht never change programs Dance records, muthafucka slow jams For the bitches that smoke and love real Gs Nappy ass head niggas with tatts like hes (ch-cheah) Please believe (uh huh), yes indeed Eiht keep it straight till our mind's off greed (yes) Cheah, give 'em what they need Real dead, watch suckers mislead You reppin' the hood, Eiht? Got that! You smokin' that good, Eiht? Got that! You reppin' the West, Eiht? Got that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh You reppin' the hood, Eiht? Got that! You smokin' that good, Eiht? Got that! You reppin' the West, Eiht? Got that! Cheah! Cheah, it's hood shit when the streets start yellin' That West Coast dope, muthafuckas keep sellin' Anybody tellin', keep spreadin' word Authentic to the ear, so pure you heard Everything is bomb When the real gon' drop so these niggas gon' die (ching!) Stop in the name of the streets These niggas tryna serve y'all bakin' soda bleach Tryna eat all top when their shit don't pop In the land of the lost, scream hell is hot One shot make me kill niggas chance Indeed take a chance, be the circumstance Eiht got the flava of the year Gangsta 'round here with my nigga Premier Steer clear for the weapon's test Enemy to your hood so they make an arrest You reppin' the hood, Eiht? I got that! You' smokin' that good, Eiht? I got that! You reppin' the West, Eiht? (cheah) I got that! (ch-ch-ch-cheah, I bring it back and uh) You reppin' the hood, Eiht? I got that! You smokin' that good, Eiht? I got that! (ch-ch-cheah) You reppin' the West, Eiht? Blue Stamp official Year Round muthafuckas Cheah! Cheah! Brenk Sinatra on the beat (got that) Y'all wanna hear this shit right here? Real Compton authentic! Leave it to your nigga to bring it back More than your average or More than your ordinary (got that) Compton official Most wanted nigga! (got that) Cheah!
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