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[Intro] [Space come out so clear] [Verse 1: Tha Chill] Uh, poppa got a new bag (Bag) Still rockin' with a sack, [?] blue flag (Uh) From the Mecca Soul Brother with some loose cash (Uh) Oh, you ain't got nothin' on it? Boy, that's too bad (Too bad) You don't work, you don't eat shit (Eat shit) We sold liquor, quick to tell a bitch to suck dick (Suck dick, bitch) Uh, extended clips and pistol grips are ready My lil' homie's looney and love to play dead We make that money talk loud and hold it steady We doin' no talkin', we just gettin' to the fetty (Uh) And takin' nothin' off for my cuzzos and Rellys (Rellys) Damn, baby got that jelly 'Cause jam don't shake like that (Know that) Yeah, I wiggle the track and my pickle was fat Chinchilla, the gorilla, yeah, I'm dope sick Rollin' up my dick hair's like "Bitch, smoke this", hehe (Geah) [Chorus: MC Eiht] Keep it motherfuckin' raw Break your motherfuckin' jaw We keep it motherfuckin' raw (Rough, geah) CMW in the buildin'! Break your motherfuckin'- [Verse 2: MC Eiht] Hood nigga with the base, take that (Take that) Takes two, motherfucker, lay face flat (Brr) Bell? of the gat, make your face cringe (G-g-g-g-geah) Couple shots, arm hangin' like a broke bitch Nigga need M's, so I paper chase (Ching!) Hustle up, nigga, strap in the waist (Hahaha) Geah, welcome to the Terror Dome (Terror Dome) Fight the power with the .45 bell chrome OG chronic weed, fuck the homegrown (Homegrown) Growin' up in the hood, couple stones thrown (Stones thrown) Homies dead and gone, big brick, mobile phone Collect call, momma hangin' up, dial tone In too deep, nigga, no shit Too deep in the game for you weak spit Crossed out names, end route (End route) Gimme the K, leave motherfuckers hangin' out (brrr), geah [Chorus: MC Eiht] Keep it motherfuckin' raw Break your motherfuckin' jaw We keep it motherfuckin' hood Compton niggas up to no good, g-g-g-geah (R-A-W) [Verse 3: MC Eiht & Tha Chill] Next episode, loc, jack mode Compton, niggas stickin' to the street code (Geah) Keep it motherfuckin' street (Geah, street) Get yo' fuckin' ass beat (Geah) Heat from the strap or the microphone (Microphone) One false move, loc, now your life is gone (Life is gone) And that's another dank tale Motherfucker, anything for sale (Geah! G-geah) We make it move like Wu-Tang, pootang killers (Killers) Thoroughhub niggas, we the Hub City realest (Realest) Slow flow, still on tempo How could it all be so simple? Ducked off in a rental (Oh!) Hammer on my outfit, nigga with the raw shit When the fuzz come, better know, I ain't seen shit You niggas counterfeit, internet, ain't finna let the raw deal Back on the set, bitch, cut the check (Cut the check) [Chorus: MC Eiht] Keep it motherfuckin' raw (G-g-g-g-g-geah) Break your motherfuckin' jaw We keep it motherfuckin' hood Comtpton niggas up to no good (R-A-W) (G-g-g-geah!)