Git Money

Yeah, for the millenium
Thug shit
Compton, Los Blokes
MC Eiht
My nigga Boom Bam and Chill
My nigga DJ Slip, Lil Hawk and Bird
Four, Mighty Mike T
Check it out

Who got the game on lock, clown?
It's Comp-town, fine things by the pound
Step in the hoedown
My pronouns spoke clearly
Weekly, monthly, yearly
You can't get near me

I know y'all niggas think it's not fair
Cause I been tight since niggas was taking flicks in straw chairs
We out there, think it's cause of the raw flair
Y'all in for some shit, that's my new motto this year
I'm in it to spit for chips, so one hand mine
I'm a walking landmine, masked up like mankind
Smack a trick like a gangsta, but I don't bang
Gangbusters like y'all for them platinum chains
Get at me, mayne, whether for love or hate
The game don't wait, nigga, ask Warren and Nate
Catch me in the C-P-T flowing with Eiht
Or on the Eastside of the L-B blowing a gate
I'm Techniec

This is how the gangstas play
Half Ounce niggas getting money today
Dub-S making moves, y'all hear what I say?
Scream out "Fuck yeah!" y'all want us to stay
I said this is how the gangstas play
Half Ounce niggas getting money today
Westside making moves, y'all hear what I say?
Scream out "Fuck yeah!" you want us to stay

My comrade said wake up and ball
I took it personal and said I want it all
So I went from shortstop to too tall
So I can hit your blocks and blow trees with y'all
Kicks laced up tight, we ain't ready to fall
Take a look at my wall, this thug life ain't small
Holler back y'all if you the getaway
Westside's for the strong, weak niggas get away
Give or take in the ghetto world
Since the days a nigga had a California curl
Young with a baby girl
Bounce with me if you feel that
It's the only place with riders, you know where you at
Slick cats with the hood raps, blocks hot
Every fucking neighborhood with a chronic spot
Like it or not, you can't escape the fucking sound
Keep your hands down, bitch, hits the ground

This is how the gangstas play
Half Ounce niggas getting money today
Dub-S making moves, y'all hear what I say?
Scream out "Fuck yeah!" you want us to stay
I said this is how the gangstas play
Half Ounce niggas getting money today
Westside making moves, y'all hear what I say?
Scream out "Fuck yeah!" you want us to stay

I come from the land of the smog, left side of the state line
Home of the gangbang and the dirty one-time
Where the sky stays sunny but the ground stays black
Cause we scraping back bumper with the candy on the 'llac
Everybody pack gats, can't get caught without yours
Fuck keys, we use feet to open up doors
It's at your own risk, cause the whole town pissed
Cause Brenda got a baby, little Johnny got the 'yati
And he 'bout to set it off like it ain't no tomorrow
Leave the mama with the sorrow dumping out the Monte Carlo
Cause it's anybody K-I-L-L-A
Cross 'em out on the wall over where y'all stay
So hit 'em up when you see 'em, cause it's on on sight
Take a flight on my foes in the broad daylight
That's how you kill a motherfucker and don't say shit
This ain't no studio banging, I'm as real as it get
Yeah!

Ha ha, geah, ha ha nigga
G's in here, for the 2000, for the millenium
Yeah nigga, Dub-S on mine, nigga
Half Ounce on mine too
You know what the fuck we represent
C-P-T, like me nigga, you like me
Geah, all day, we don't play