Geah
  Geah
  Geah
  Hoo-Bang, nigga
  Some of that futuristic shit
  For that ass
  Keepin it thuggish, though
  Check it out
  
  [ VERSE 1 ]
  The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough
  Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff
  Eiht had enough, I'm smoking my fluff
  Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough
  My theme is I push music to driveby
  I slide through, scoop up four and ride high
  Strap under the seat my hood technique
  As I destroy your block like _Dante's Peak_
  Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun
  On my turf puttin in work since day one
  Y'all ain't heard enough about a nigga singin the blues
  Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news
  John Walsh, wash me up, you're crazy
  Havin my face captured 180
  Can't go there, ain't havin that, man, fuck
  The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck
  
  [ CHORUS ]
  Sometimes in the hood it's so rough
  That makes niggas from the hood stay tough
  Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs
  16, double the stash, you do the math (2x)
  
  [ VERSE 2 ]
  I guess my mind's on the track, gotta get me a stack
  And in fact, homebody, you know what gun I pack
  Keeps y'all enemies close that stay cheatin
  When they ask make fast and start heatin
  Niggas ain't fuckin around - dodge mine
  Drop yours, bitch, and lay that ass down
  Keep your face to the ground, don't even look
  No positive ID and all the money was took
  Shook the hell up out the spot and kept away from snitches
  Took a trip across town just to floss my riches
  Bitches turn into niggas and start yappin
  One more hit on your house where y'all nappin
  Dumpin one, catch you in the midnight, the late night hour
  The hollow point shower
  The sweet success thatt you taste has got sour
  Straight, Eiht regulate my thug power
  
  [ CHORUS ]
  
  [ VERSE 3 ]
  My niggas disappoint me thinkin y'all can fade it
  Still player-hated, wishin y'all made it
  Stay down, Hoo-Bangin niggas takin over
  G's in lows puttin holes up in a Rover
  Told ya, stop tryin to walk in our shoes
  Real thugs hail from the west, first rule
  In fact, we the first Bloods and Crips
  First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips
  First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop
  Bring the prices down low, y'all pick the rest to cop
  Copy cats, now y'all dippin lows with heats
  Pepetratin Fresh Coast, tryin to roll our streets
  Hate your sight, catch you on a red-eye flight
  Commence the sweatin the groove just for spite
  Lucky though, I give you a pass and let you go
  I'ma catch you on the road at another rap show
  
  [ CHORUS ]
  
  Geah
  Hoo-Bang, nigga
  That makes niggas from the turf stay tough
  Geah
  Westside, you know
  Sometimes in the hood it's so rough
  Geah, you know what we do
  That makes niggas from the turf stay tough