Late Nite Hype Part 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Geah Compton Geah Where we from? All day The Weeestside x4 Uh All day In the house Nigga We from the Westside (1-5-9, geah) All the time (Hahahahaha) [Verse] I gots to get mine (gots to get mine), so I'mma take yours (I'mma take yours) I do what I gotta do (uh), kick in some back doors (Geah) You don't work, you don't eat is the scene (That's the scene) A nigga like myself got to get me some green (Stack green) I heard a nigga say I got a little business trip (Geah) So smooth your momma won't know your tryin' to make a grip (Uh-huh) I said: what's that? (What's that?) He said: don't worry 'bout that! Just grab this muthafuckin' gat and stick it behind your back (Geah) Where the fuck was we going (where the fuck?), I wondered, didn't give a damn (Didn't give a damn) Because the hood took me under (Uh) Stick the gat behind my back with an extra clip My nigga said: E, just watch your back and you best not slip! (You best not slip, uh) I said: homie, you don't know me? (You don't know me) Don't you see saliva drippin' from my mouth? I'm too hungry! (Uh) Jump in the Bucket, fuck it! (Fuck it) Take a look back at the crib then hit the pedal to put in my bill (Right) We in the Bucket, best believe we gon' doing some lootin' (Lootin') We got straps in our laps, we gon' be doing some shootin' (Shoot, shoot) Headed to the Westside (Uh) To start some shit, fired up the blood To get my head buzzed to pull off the hit Now I'm ready to cook (1-5-9) Take the strap out my back (geah) and I take another look (Uh) I'm ready to do some muthafuckin trippin' (tripin') I'm ready to hit your mutherfuckin block With it cocked, catch you slippin' (Catch you slippin') We in the Bucket jettin' (Uh) Must be near in the spot because I'm sweatin' (Damn!) My nigga peeped and said: E, sit back Under the seat as he reached Pulled out the MAC (Yeah, it's on) Hit a couple of corners slow then killed the lights (Geah) Grabs my strap 'cause tonight's the fuckin' night (Uh) I guess this where the plot thickens (Thickens) Niggas fixin' to get plucked and fucked (plucked, fucked), like some damn chickens (Geah) Fools just best stay hid (Oh) Ain't no shame (Uh) On the corner like Caine, we might be poppin' off some damn kids (Pop, pop, pop) Jump out with the strap (Strap) Niggas caught off guard (Guard) Slipping hard, running for the damn backyard (Run, run, run) Somebody got two keys behind a damn door I look at my nigga and say: what we waiting for? (Wassup?) He said: I'm waiting on you (You) I said: no geah (Geah)? Then step aside (What?) And watch this muthafuckin 9 spit (Brr) Ready to leave dead bodies on the curb I'm gon' be sitting on fat - when I get them birds (Uh) Not thinking, nobody can do me Through the back door, I know it's looking like a fuckin' movie (Geah, uh) Big boss man behind the chair and he's scared as fuck (Geah) Pop in clip, number two, and I commence to bust (Pop, pop, pop) Not giving a damn (Damn) Mentality's do or die (Do or die) Hollow points hit the chair as the feather fly (Pop, pop) I hear him scream out loud "Homie, you dirty!" I tell him: shut the fuck up! Where's the birdies? I grabs the suitcase It's good (That's right) Unloads my strap like a real G should (G should) Like Santa Claus with the sack full of goods I'm heading Back to the hood I'm back (back), with a MAC (MAC) In the front seat of the Benz and I'm flossin' Niggas get in my way and I'm tossin' (Err) Not from Shaolin (uh), but I'm down with the C.R.E.A.M. (Hey) They sayin' shame on a nigga, know what I mean? (Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga) Geah, but I'm just that type The niggas (uh) gon' hop you on the late nite hype [Outro] Westside Geah Where we from The Westside Geah C'mon C'mon y'all 1-5-9 All the time Geah, c'mon y'all Geah Compton in this bitch Eiht Hype Ya know Just like last year I said, my friend Geah Bitches, sing! Uh Come on Geah