[MC Eiht]
Blue Stamp
Brenk we gon' get 'em on this one
Let's get 'em LOC
[Verse 1 : MC Eiht]
I'm one hundred from the hood point of view (geah)
West-west y'all my hood n***as stay true (west)
My jeans still sag, the color still blue
Hood sh**, n***a spit geah, only a few
That's what it do LOC, I don't flip
Gang sh** for the grip compton on [?]
And it's so necessary I don't follow the speech
My motto be the hollow point slug for each
f** the radio, ban me, they can't stand me
Never winnin' a grammy, still gon' [?]
b**h give a f** about swag
I'm a real D boy check the duffel bag
Compton till I die, or somebody k**
The hood got me back like that for real
n***a chill got it back on lock
That real deal heavy weight flood the bock (geah)
[Hook : DJ Premier & MC Eiht]
You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?
Got that!
You're smokin' that good, Eiht?
Got that!
You're reppin' the west, Eiht?
Got that! Leave it to your n***a to bring the streets back and uh
You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?
Got that!
You're smokin' that good, Eiht?
Got that!
You're reppin' the west, Eiht?
Got that! Geah! Hold up
[Verse 2 : MC Eiht]
History a violence
Move silence
Compton keep it bang, here's your daily guidance uh-huh uh-huh
n***a I be the truth
Every line is mines I spit in the booth
Tryna make that sh** that make you feel good
Never commercial, Eiht real hood
Who would? Nobody but your n***a
Rep to get dough just like he should (geah)
Eiht never change programs
Dance records, muthaf**a slow jams
For the b**hes that smoke and love real Gs
Nappy a** head n***as with tatts like hes (g-geah)
Please believe, yes indeed
Eiht keep it straight till our minds off greed (yes)
Geah give 'em what they need
Real dead, watch s**ers mislead
[Hook : DJ Premier & MC Eiht]
You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?
Got that!
You're smokin' that good, Eiht?
Got that!
You're reppin' the west, Eiht?
Got that! Leave it to your n***a to bring the streets back and uh
You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?
Got that!
You're smokin' that good, Eiht?
Got that!
You're reppin' the west, Eiht?
Got that!
[Verse 3 : MC Eiht]
Geah, it's hood sh** when the streets start yellin'
That west coast dope, muthaf**as keep sellin'
Anybody tellin', keep spreadin' word
Authentic to the ear, so pure you heard
Everything is bomb
When the real gon' drop so these n***as gon' [?]
Stop in the name of the streets
These n***as tryna serve y'all backin' soda [?]
Tryna [?] top when their sh** don't pop
In the land of the lost, scream hell is hot
One shot make me k** n***as chance
Indeed take a chance be the circumstance
Eiht got the flava of the year
Gangsta 'round here with my n***a Premier
Steer clear for the weapon's test
Enemy to your hood so they make an arrest
[Hook + Outro : DJ Premier & MC Eiht]
You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?
I got that!
You're smokin' that good, Eiht?
I got that!
You're reppin' the west, Eiht? (geah)
I got that! (g-g-g-geah, I bring it back and uh)
You're reppin' the hood, Eiht?
I got that!
You're smokin' that good, Eiht?
I got that! (g-g-geah)
You're reppin' the west, Eiht?
Blue Stamp official
Year Round muthaf**as
Geah!
Brenk Sinatra on the beat (got that)
[?] wanna hear this sh** right here?
Real Compton authentic!
Leave it to your n***a to bring it back
More than your average
More than your ordinary (got that)
Compton official
Most wanted n***a! (got that)
Geah!