Make Me Some Mo’

Lyrics

[Intro] Geah Compton official Uh-huh [x3] [Verse 1] I'm tryna make it bang, like a AK So I spin a couple heads like a DJ Spin a record make it sound so easy Hey, Eiht Keep It Hood on GP Say, damn, them niggas talkin' like it's brand new West Coast be the brand, nigga, who are you? And, nigga, I ain't beefin' with yo' punchlines Wack niggas reppin' the West, we best charge fine And that's fine by me If we got to draw some, back out slowly You in to miss the Compton's Most Wanted, my friend Couple hoodrat hoes, niggas fresh out the pen And then, what's left is the real West Best get it right, ain't no fuckin' contest Any episode you wanted, turn the page We even ready for it live on stage Rough and tough like my homegirl Rage Anyone of you wack clowns, nigga, fuck the age One by one, watch all and fall It's Compton real West so fuck all y'all, geah [Chorus] Another day, another dollar, it's about gettin' money Geah, geah! As I get funky on the track And that's the sound that the homies hear And I'm lettin' you know We bust shots so stay clear Damn right Compton, Blue Stamp, nigga, all year Word, haven't you heard? [Verse 2] My mind made up, I'mma keep it real street My pants real low, hand next to the heat Hoodrat in the front seat roll up the hash Get a nigga real high so the car go fast Smash through the Hub on slow mo' What you lookin' at? Niggas let us know Nowadays, these niggas can't get it right Anyways, kill it, nigga, 'fore we take flight Outta sight, you niggas outta yo' mind Sound scans, nigga, just can't find Check the history, the underground stats It's real from day one, nigga, and that's that And knowin' that, we ain't scared of you dopefiends This brand new hood nigga, in yo' dreams Eiht, Compton, set the record straight I shut the nigga down, so lemme demonstrate I heard the nigga say Eiht gotta bring it back That One Time Gaffle, a Cadillac Another Victim, I'm in Jack Mode And you can get the Duck Sick, fuck a dress code Or maybe let the guns go explode Or Niggas Strugglin', so cold Geah, the story told, until the money fold I'm in the hood with the work 'til it's all sold [Chorus] [Outro] Geah, geah! Brenk Sinatra on the beat, oh yeah Blue Stamp Official Yo' nigga Eiht in the buildin' Most Wanted, nigga Uh, g-g-g-g-geah! You hear that? I'm gon' make me some mo' hood shit, nigga Keep it goin', geah! Clap, clap, gun clap [x2]