Got That (feat. DJ Premier)

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

West-west y'all, hood **** stay true

My jeans still sag, the color still blue

Hood shit, ****, spit g'eah, 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, banned 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 till I die, or somebody kill

The hood got me back like that for real

****, chill, got it back on lock

That real deal heavy weight flood the block

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 **** to bring street backs and uh

You reppin' the hood Eiht (Got that)

You smokin' that good Eiht (Got that)

You reppin' the west Eiht (Got that)

G'eah, hold up, hold up

History of violence move in silence

Compton make it bang, here's your daily guidance

****, 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 ****

Rep to get dough just like he should

Eiht never change programs

Dance records, muthafuck the slow jams

For the bitches that smoke and love real G's

Nappy ass head **** with tats like these

Please believe, yes indeed

Eiht keep it straight till our minds off greed, yes

G'eah, give 'em what they need

Real deal, while the 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 **** to bring street backs and uh

You reppin' the hood Eiht (Got that)

You smokin' that good Eiht (Got that)

You reppin' the west Eiht (Got that)

G'eah, it's hood shit when the streets start yellin'

That west coast dope, muthafuckers keep sellin'

Anybody tellin', keep spreadin' the word

Authentic to the ear, so pure you heard

Everything is bomb

When the real gon' drop so these **** gon' die

Stop in the name of the streets

These **** tryna serve y'all bakin' soda bleach

Tryna eat all top when they shit don't pop

In the land of the lost, scream hell is hot

One shot make me kill ****' chance

Indeed take a chance, be the circumstance

Eiht got the flavor, of the year

Gangsta round here with my **** Premier

Steer clear for the weapons test

Enemy to your hood so they make an arrest, aye yes

You reppin' the hood Eiht (I got that)

You smokin' that good Eiht (I got that)

You reppin' the west Eiht (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)

You reppin' the west Eiht (Blue stamp official)

Year round muthafuckers, g'eah

Brenk Sinatra on the beat

Y'all wanna hear this shit right here

Real Compton authentic

Leave it to your **** to bring it back

More than your average or

More than your ordinary

Compton official

Most wanted ****

G'eah