Flatline lyrics

Geah

Thug shit, check this out

Compton, geah

I don`t think they heard me on this one

I said: Compton, nigga!

That`s how we doin it

Regulating for all the gangstas

West Side, nigga, Hoo-Bangin` Gangstas, you know I`m sayin`

Check this out

I said I dig into yo` body, you catch the flatline

Comtpon, where we from, nigga?

Compton, all day, nigga

We gon` start it like this

Check this out



Way back 4-4`s seven years in the pen

.38 with wooden handles and a fifth with gin

Let me begin, before the days of committin sins

I was a lil` knucklehead getting courted in

Till I die C.P.T., y`all can`t budge me

Kill a nigga for the neighborhood, can`t judge me

I`m lettin` the fire spit, y`all fools catchin` some slugs

I regulate, servin` you way that straight thug

You know if you`re slippin` you get laid up in the mud

Take over your spot, pushin` china white and bud

The devious, the mind blowin`, the over-throwin

Christmas everyday in the hood, I keep it snowin

It`s hot like that where I`m from

You bitches tryin to test, you meet the M-1

From sun up, nigga, to sun down

I pull out, your gat go down

Bitches, I run town, what up?



Geah

I said I dig into yo` body, you catch the flatline...



Y`all start runnin` and screamin` and pushin`

and yellin` and slippin` and duckin`

When you see the Tec-9 buckin`

Stagger them motherfuckers, make em wish they hid

Spittin, call me the ghetto fuckin` Billy the Kid

You be layin on your back tryin` to catch yo` breath

Life starts to flash, now you`re nearing death

What`s left, bitch? You see the glock starts tickin`

Die, as I blast one more you stop kickin`

Flee the scene to my next to akin

Call back to the house, so they fly in ends

Just made a real close trip to the pen

And in another town I start the same trend

I sets up shot cuz your ass is done

Hoo-Bang all day, my uzi weighs a ton

Ain`t no fun if you don`t want none

Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, you`re numb

C`mon, geah



Chorus...



My mind got me caught in a twist, I can`t cope

I reminisce on the days in the hood slangin` dope

Certain territories yo` ass couldn`t float

And if you caught slippin`, then fool, that`s all she wrote

I like the life while dippin` blocks with heats

I`m ready in a second to stop yo` heartbeat

Fuckin` around in the hood, smokin` with hoes

Violators hit the blocks, we hittin` the floors

Y`all ain`t caught us slippin`, only wasted your ammo

We dips back through, dumps with the 4-4

Hollows come out the dark chamber

Express my anger, never run from danger

Servin mo` yayo, dash from the ranger

Die by the hand of the unknown stranger

My position is stick, situation is thick

I ride with real muthafuckas and hit licks

The Compton lunatic, way too sick

Conflict you pick, hear the 9 click, c`mon



Chorus...



Geah

Comtpon gangsters all day

Hoo-Bangin` affiliates

You catch the flatline
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