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[scratching] [King Adrock] "Let me clear my throat" [MC Eiht] Geah Geah Some niggas may know and some may not How the muthafuck we do it Some niggas may know and some may not Compton all day, come on Some niggas may know and some may not Original Compton's Most Geah [VERSE 1: MC Eiht] Y'all know this killer muthafucka from ah - way back Gun react, hit your chest in 8 seconds flat My mindstate is me against your spot and I'm heated Be the winner of the 10 pace, you screamin I cheated Sir Blast-a-Lot, hit your chestplate and it's burnin Letras de cancionesPushin weight through your spot, all your money I'm earnin Hit the flo', the hot shells spit too fast Dr. No couldn't tell which way was the blast Money, cash (ching-ching) money, cash, hoes I be the cold nigga leavin your whole block froze You catch the hot ones, I got shells to lend The iced-out Rolex means I got money to spend Hate the thug muthafuckas, hate the gang Compton hood niggas for life, we hoo-bang Get caught up, the lights went out, that's the good part Shoulda known, done fucked up from the start [CHORUS x2: Tha Chill] Now some niggas may know, and some may not Been puttin it down for 12 straight Been through plenty headaches So give us a inch, we take the mile and keep runnin I'm sick of the homies askin when that real shit comin [VERSE 2: Tha Chill] Wanna take a little trip, like war with us Kicked a little dust up, tryin to score with us What I can't understand while I just can't trust Like X Clan this shit is 'vanglorious' Make a nigga wanna reach out and touch these fools Rough these fools, like Manson 'bout to cuff these fools Say you're thuggin, crippin, bloodin, but your ass is pretendin Hollywoodin and I'm scopin all them corners you bendin You see them niggas you chill with is the ones that's gon' get ya And them hoes you creepin with is them ones that gon' stick ya In his side like a leak, then your ass is leakin Homie, how I found out? Boy, you know I ain't speakin Just consider yourself gone by the end of the night ??Cause fools don't really own yo ass like a diamond bag pipe?? Make a story out your ass like Walter Cronkite Million muthafuckas swingin off the shit that I write [CHORUS] [VERSE 3: Boom Bam] It's like 1, 2, 3 and to the 4 The original CMW niggas is back up in the do' And I'm here to let you know that we're playin for keeps Don't be prayin up to God when we sprayin your peeps It's deep, yeah, Boom Bam had to wake up And realize the whole fuckin crew was about to break up But fuck that, why should we settle for less? Other niggas smokin chronic and you settle for stress? Now I don't know (know) if you heard (if you heard) About all the muthafuckin niggas we done served Words never slurred when I speak (when I speak) And bring the heat to clear you fools off your own street Now peep, I creep like a scorpion (like a scorpion) Boom Bam, but you can call me Kevorkian And I'm assisting you in death if you need me My appetite to kill, niggas feed me [CHORUS] [Tha Chill] CMW one time, come on CMW two times, come on Yeah For the real-ass niggas and niggettes Uknowmsayin [scratching] [King Adrock] "Let me clear my throat" From Letras Mania