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Текст песни MC Eiht - Rhyme & Reason soundtrack

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Intro:G`yeah, how we gon` get on this one? (Westside)Uh, my homey Bird in the house (N-O-T-R in the house)I said da foes in the house (There`s pork in the house)MC Eiht in the house, g`yeahAnd this how we gettin down (The new style in the house)To the West, my Gz, to the WestTo your chest, my Gz, to your chestWe puttin it downfrom block to block, to scale this town>From crooked cops to, dope spots, all aroundUhh, hot poles to six folds of strawberriesHood`s tight like Fort Knox, runnin thru militaryAttitudes, don`t even try it, Tek 9`sAK`s, will be stored in a riotQuiet as kept, we creep, put you to sleepNo bull-essin, dirty ass Mac 11`s keep spittinKillers they cheat *?that they ass?*Punk one-times gaffle to my homey Tiny T`s battle ground187`s, 211`s is for the paperNo ..... kiddin, caps get peeled in the cityE`s bringin you the bombaRagtops we sell, oh, from Compton to AlandraCruisin in my 6-tre wit Eazy-EBlunt smokin, tryin ta dash from the C-P-DDo or die for the wicked Westside, who`s the best?Fake the West as I pound it on my chestCompton is where we do it all dayG`yeah, bitch, oh why you come my way?"Get Revenge" is the mottoCrack sacks to, pull jacksta, down St.Ives bottlesRepresentinG`yeah come on, uhhTo the West, my Gz, to the West(Uhh, g`yeah, puttin it down for 9-6)Homies, we`re county bound, wit the hot 9`sOne-time slam my face to the groundHot girls can you set you upHollow points, hit the car when, them Compton Gz bust(Who) can`t stand my definition?Murders I wrote, gats I tote, is my daily day missionKids get caught up in the rapture Wit the murderous styles that they afterYoung guns, dumpin to keep it pumpin, gots ta leave sockinKeep dem 9 mill`s rockinNo place is this place I dwell, cross every statesHouse Compton cell matesTossed souls get torn1-5-9, I represents us the day I was bornMusta been my destinyBlast to the face so they won`t get the best of meTo make a big fat grip (grip)Land of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we steady dipCome test me, don`t wanna do it, I keeps it jumpin.44 Mag will definitely keep you stumpinWe back againThem killers from the C-O-M-P-T-O-NI`m representinG`yeah, (Where we goin?)To the West, my Gz, to the West (To where?)Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your chest (So waddup?)To the West, my Gz, uhhCompton all day, Compton all dayG`yeah (come on, uhh, come on, uhh)Our motto`s "Do or Die", we specialise inhittin switches and dumpin fools in ditchesIf it`s on, it`s on, regulatinPlayer hatin, run your organisation like a poemPut that down like James Brown, I got`chaHey fool, I shot yaDomes get delivered on plattersHot heat from under the seat, fools you better staggerMy Uzi weighs a tonneStomp and claimin Compton from, g`yeah, day oneSometimes I got to thank Godfor puttin me in the middle of the land, where homies buck and sqwuabFor life, Compton for life and not for this rapStay true to the streets, so Gz get it straightIt just got to be that wayFor my Gz that`s, why everydaysneaks around, to put the buck downCompton 24/7, g`yeah, stay the hell downWe clown on the dailyOthers try and fade the West but they must be crazyI`m representinG`yeah (Hey, come on)To the West, my Gz, to the WestUhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your chestAnd we ain`t sayin no names, uhh

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