(feat. Jim Jones, The Game, Cam'ron, Lil Eazy)

[Eazy-E:]

Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin

Before my mother starts (*##$in bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young ^!$$%z at the pad throwin up gang signs

Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon

Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side

Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin new %#@! by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list

Then I played my own %#@!, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin the (*##$es, slappin the hoes

Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?

A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin that GTA

Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit

Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin %#@!

[Verse 1: The Game.]

Jim Jones swirvin, I got that purple I'm blowed
Tight grip on the Escalade pole
Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll

Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44
Gun smokin' like Suge cigar
Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car

If that thing come out, its murder she wrote
If Doc come out, its 30 Impalas on the boat
^!$$%, we do this everyday

Llamas under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J
Beat ^!$$%z ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay
Knock a ^!$$% out on the ave today

Bring the mack ya way me and Santana
Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway
Westside blood-gang, ^!$$%z know what I'm about

And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out

[Chorus: Bezel]

Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech
Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West
Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest

Cause, we Certified Gangstas
Stash the mill' in the house
And I kill in the drowt

That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South
Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth
Cause, we Certified Gangstas


[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
You know I keep my eyes wide

Eastside high-risers
Westside low-riders
Vest with the four-fiver

Yes I fo' sho fire
D-I-P low-rider
See police, slow the ride up

You see squally ^!$$%
Cause we switchin four lanes(speedin'!)
To see my ^!$$%z(gangsta!) that bang up

In the middle of the 'jects(Foster!), while the pitchin' raw
caine(gettin it!)
G'd up posted tough on the turf(uh huh)

Long johns and some jeans, $#&@ a button up shirt(we keep it gully!)
Compton, see the blockers they bangin'(G's up!)
My ghetto passes good, be on blocks while they slangin'(in the dope
house!)
Houston, the purple potion I sip(Texas)

While I'm screwin' up my music in a roaster with
Flip(Clover Geeees!)
NY, you know the City is ours(Capo!)
You know I'm Peter Gotti, we the ^!$$%z with power(DIP-SET!)
As we ride we screamed out "EASTSIDE"(G's up!)

All the time as I replied(come on!)

[Chorus: Bezel]
Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech
Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West

Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest
Cause, we Certified Gangstas
Stash the mill' in the house
And I kil in the drowt
That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South

Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth
Cause, we Certified Gangstas

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
We put the lazers on glocks(glock)
Razor or ox(ox)

As I lay in the drop(drop)
Pump the base on the poc(kets)
Move the H on our block, in front of H&R block
See the face on our watch, put ya face on our @@#!(head)
I keep the Luger hugged
Show you how to use a snub
Whoopty-whoo, $#&@ around be you I plug(you)

I don't do the drugs(nah), baby I move the drugs(yes)
Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love(computer love)
Duck the cop-capers(capers) and the top haters(haters)
Foch flavors, Harlem World we got gators(what's that!?)
Not dead, I said they alive(live)
Lions(lions), tigers(what), bears, oh my(oh my)
Its a straight zoo

A to Z, May to April
Bring the apes through
$#&@ around you be ape food, baked food(food)
9 (*##$es, 8 dudes
Diamond visions, great cubes
Get it straight fool


[Chorus: Bezel]
Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech
Big 4 in the .64, like I'm in the West
Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest
Cause, we Certified Gangstas
Stash the mill' in the house
And I kill in the drowt

That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in South
Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth
Cause, we Certified Gangstas

[Outro: Jim Jones]
We ride in that Eastside
We roll up while we ride

We ride in that Eastside
Please roll up that weed high...