Thuggin It Up (Spinna Remix)

Geah

Geah

Uh (Uh)

C'mon, yeah (Right)

C'mon, uh

Err

I comes from the depths of Hell

Where - killin' **** roam

Illegal mobile phones, .4-5's and .9's that's chrome

Abbreviated sets is where they MAC's (MAC's)

Crack sales in stacks

Government pay no taxes

If One Time roll through they get hit up

No bulletproof vest protects that chest

Blood gets spit up (Yeah)

You can't believe it like AIDS with Eazy (Uh)

Fools be droppin' when I be

Poppin 'em straight lookin' greasy (Yeah)

Damn, why the fuck do they live like that?

How come

Every lil' park boy carry a gat? (I don't know)

Pull car jacks and drive-by's on innocent by (I don't know) standers (Oh)

Intimidate **** who can't stand us (Yeah)

So, baby, don't be caught nappin'

In clubs, we scrappin' on blocks

We cappin on ****, we straight snappin' (That's right)

The way you livin' ain't worth a fuck (Geah)

We straight thuggin' it up, geah, c'mon (Geah)

Somebody say

Geah

Somebody say

Geah (That's right)

Somebody say, uh

We straight thuggin' it up

C'mon, ****

I walks around with the Glock's all day

Puttin in work that Compton way (Compton)

Back pocket of the khakis where the rag sticks out

One Time comin' fast (yeah)

I hear the cluck shout, but, uh

It's too late, I done stuffed the rocks up in my ass

But I dash like the flash quick fast to get my cash

'Cause ain't no future in this frontin' (Oh)

Corners I bend to get more ends (Yeah)

On fools, I'm dumpin' (uh), and to my homies, I got clout

Baby Black's got stack and my mom's tryna figure me out

Where the fuck you get that chain around your neck, son? (What?)

Where the fuck you get your hands on that damn gun? (Geah)

I said, "Mama, please" (Uh)

'Cause I got dreams of slingin' ki's, rollin' on D's

Bear with me 'cause this life is fucked (Geah)

Straight thuggin' it up, come on, geah (Uh)

Somebody say, uh

Geah

Somebody say

Geah (That's right)

Somebody say

We straight thuggin' it up

Geah

Compton

Yeah, uh

West-Side (Yeah)

Somebody say, uh

We straight thuggin' it up

Shit ain't worked out to good

'Cause jealous ass fellows got my name floatin' all through the hood (Loc)

So now I rolls with the 9 (Yeah)

Watch my back for the pack and even One Time

Mom's on nervous status (Uh)

Put her on tha midnight train like Gladys (Geah)

I see some headlights late night in the mirror (Uh)

I make 2 turns, they make 2 turns, now it's time to burn

I hits the pedal then I jet (Uh)

Duckin' while they buckin', I'm buckin' back cause I ain't dead yet (Uh)

I caught 2 slugs from his chrome (Damn)

But he caught 2 slugs in his dome (Pop, pop)

Now it's time to take me home

And I'm lyin on my back (Geah)

Spittin up blood, and I'm thinkin' to my muthafuckin' self (Uh)

No more livin' in the life that's fucked (Geah)

Die thuggin' it up, geah, c'mon, uh

Somebody say

Geah

Somebody say

Geah (That's right)

Somebody say, uh

We straight thuggin' it up

C'mon, uh

Compton, uh

Somebody say

WESTSIDE!

Somebody say, uh

Geah

We straight thuggin' it up, uh

C'mon

Straight thuggin' it up

C'mon, geah

Straight thuggin' it up

C'mon, sing! (Uh)

My homie Short

Casual

Tight Loc

Rest in Peace

Geah

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