Nobody Beat Us

Lyrics

[Intro] Geah! G-g-geah! G-g-g-geah! G-g-g-g-geah! Cmon, it's Compton! G-g-g-geah, it's Compton! Uh, Dub I-N-C [Verse 1] Who in the fuck can y'all call along to represent? Disrespect the West and he talkin' shit 'Til the casket drops, boy, I don't quit Wit' the hammer cocked back, boy, too legit That's gangsta, the only thing I'm wit' Compton hoodrats, every word I spit And ain't nothin' but lowlives, girl, go buy jeans Try to find her a hood star, bitch got big dreams Man, her and the homegirl fuckin' teens Tryin' to make it to hood rich by all means A true West Coaster, gun, no holster Wit' the gangbang signs thrown up at my poster There's so many motherfuckin' in love thugs Got quick to spit love arrows, no slugs We ain't doin' nothin' but shootin' up in the clubs West Coast niggas, wrong fools to rub [Hook 1] Geah, geah, geah, geah It's Compton Dub I-N-C, Uh, Dub I-N-C [Verse 2] In the middle of the street, let the strap commence Tryin' to fuck wit' the best side, it's so nonsense It's obvious I got the best of you What's left is the breath of the all star shoot It's all for the money, what would you do? Sell out for the shit? Real G's stay true To my real street rhymers, reppin' lifetimers Niggas still strugglin', fuck them hill climbers We ain't tryin' to outshine, speak the outline I could say it last time, the hood is mine And I gotta deal wit' so many jealous-ass fools Still smilin' in my face, man, we ain't cool You ain't earn no respect, boy, follow the rules Bitches tellin' me "Eiht, don't be so cruel" Geah, that's just the way we live Don't worry, 'cause I got extra shots to give [Hook 2] Geah, geah, geah Dub I-N-C, c'mon, it's Compton Geah, geah Nobody beat us, kid, nobody beat us, kid [Verse 3] Man, I can't stop and I won't stop Reppin' Dub-S 'til the casket drops And if y'all fearin' the West, best call the cops Symbolize wearin' hood bandanas in drops Homeboys, make some noise, ya guns pop Hoodrats in the summer shorts, skirts and tops Bar room brawls, backs against walls Wit' a bail of 20 G's, bitch make some calls And I'mma stay so hood Street stripes ain't talkin' so I knock on wood Nigga, I fight the power, black steel in the hour Even motherfucker who spit it could never get it And I'm wit' that, as a matter of fact One hand over the dash, stop the blowback Catch a blow, jack, oh no, it's not a act While you face down, ya bitch givin' the bozack [Hook 3: Repeat 2x] Geah, g-g-g-g-geah, it's Compton G-g-g-g-geah, uh, nobody beat us, kid Nobody beat us, kid [Outro] To the West, you know how the fuck we do Uh, nobody beat us, kid, nobody beat us, kid Geah, original, CM Dub, geah Nobody beat us, kid, nobody beat us, kid