Where U From - MC Eiht, G-Luv

We like to bang bang boogie straight a gang of rookies

Take, the soft shit and rock it up to cookies

Roll around at work again we call em khaki suits, maybe cause niggas putting

work we ready to shoot

Up and down the same block like déjà vu

About 7 or 8 niggas we the dangerous crew

And I’m young with G’s

A sole survivor, strictly from the west so I’m a Compton rider (yeah!)

Take that to the face

Another unsolved drive by with no case

It’s music to drive-by punks’ll get a case

If we don’t shoot up in the air boy we getting' chased

Compton where I’m from shit has been bandanas and AK fully loaded clips like

runnin' at us

Niggas with police scanners tryna to stay one step ahead of us one time stop the

Where u from?

I’m from the land of the B’s and’s and C’s, west coast westside for these real

OG’s

Where u from?

Hoodrats and lo-lo's at one time kickin' the door with chokeholds

Where u from?

I’m from the CPT and them motherfuckin' niggas from the ING

Where u from?

Now you know where I’m from, a neighborhood you punks best not come

Eiht holla’d at the road dog to come stick 'em I’m with Compton Most Wanted

bout to catch another victim

You losers industry but we in the streets

Outta town copycats plagiarizing our identities

so I just puff my kush

Blaze up my signature Chucks 'til a nigga can bust, for the west yes,

the coast of the left do it to death we the best and still a motherfuckin'

murder vest

Lo-lo coppin' gangbangers slanging cookie cabby

Lil' homies with them thangs come out the cuts in the alley

From LA to the Valley, Hawthorne to Carlson, Pasadena, Gardena, Watts,

Inglewood, back to Compton off Ol' English, near Dominguez all my soldiers got

mad ass Chukkas and itchy trigga fingas

It’s the worldwide gangsta love where I’m from we ride on dubs stand back cause

I’m blood, nigga what?

You niggas is marks man I seen it from the start, we loc’d after dark y’all

gots no heart

Street smart, the OG’s talk, them enemies runnin' them motherfuckers get caught

Bark me and double up and then came the heater

A couple of tattoos sporting a wifebeater

I’m loco, stone cold, police chokeholds to be fucking stole

A khaki suit, a bandana and loc’d and the two C’s stand for Compton Criminal

Wait a minute niggas, you know I’m still with it, the hood in my lyrics,

fuck it I represent it

Who the fuck you supposed to be?

We no clique, we some hood niggas we roll deep

Shoot up an apartment ‘fore the rap game when my money was low tight was the

nigga game