Represent

Intro:<br><br>G`yeah, how we gon` get on this one? (Westside)<br>Uh, my homey Bird in the house (N-O-T-R in the house)<br>I said da foes in the house (There`s pork in the house)<br>MC Eiht in the house, g`yeah<br>And this how we gettin down (The new style in the house)<br>To the West, my Gz, to the West<br>To your chest, my Gz, to your chest<br><br>We puttin it down<br>from block to block, to scale this town<br>>From crooked cops to, dope spots, all around<br>Uhh, hot poles to six folds of strawberries<br>Hood`s tight like Fort Knox, runnin thru military<br>Attitudes, don`t even try it, Tek 9`s<br>AK`s, will be stored in a riot<br>Quiet as kept, we creep, put you to sleep<br>No bull-essin, dirty ass Mac 11`s keep spittin<br>Killers they cheat *?that they ass?*<br>Punk one-times gaffle to my homey Tiny T`s battle ground<br>187`s, 211`s is for the paper<br>No ..... kiddin, caps get peeled in the city<br>E`s bringin you the bomba<br>Ragtops we sell, oh, from Compton to Alandra<br>Cruisin in my 6-tre wit Eazy-E<br>Blunt smokin, tryin ta dash from the C-P-D<br>Do or die for the wicked Westside, who`s the best?<br>Fake the West as I pound it on my chest<br>Compton is where we do it all day<br>G`yeah, bitch, oh why you come my way?<br>"Get Revenge" is the motto<br>Crack sacks to, pull jacksta, down St.Ives bottles<br>Representin<br><br>G`yeah come on, uhh<br>To the West, my Gz, to the West<br>(Uhh, g`yeah, puttin it down for 9-6)<br><br>Homies, we`re county bound, wit the hot 9`s<br>One-time slam my face to the ground<br>Hot girls can you set you up<br>Hollow points, hit the car when, them Compton Gz bust<br>(Who) can`t stand my definition?<br>Murders I wrote, gats I tote, is my daily day mission<br>Kids get caught up in the rapture <br>Wit the murderous styles that they after<br>Young guns, dumpin to keep it pumpin, gots ta leave sockin<br>Keep dem 9 mill`s rockin<br>No place is this place I dwell, cross every states<br>House Compton cell mates<br>Tossed souls get torn<br>1-5-9, I represents us the day I was born<br>Musta been my destiny<br>Blast to the face so they won`t get the best of me<br>To make a big fat grip (grip)<br>Land of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we steady dip<br>Come test me, don`t wanna do it, I keeps it jumpin<br>.44 Mag will definitely keep you stumpin<br>We back again<br>Them killers from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N<br>I`m representin<br><br>G`yeah, (Where we goin?)<br>To the West, my Gz, to the West (To where?)<br>Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your chest (So waddup?)<br>To the West, my Gz, uhh<br>Compton all day, Compton all day<br>G`yeah (come on, uhh, come on, uhh)<br><br>Our motto`s "Do or Die", we specialise in<br>hittin switches and dumpin fools in ditches<br>If it`s on, it`s on, regulatin<br>Player hatin, run your organisation like a poem<br>Put that down like James Brown, I got`cha<br>Hey fool, I shot ya<br>Domes get delivered on platters<br>Hot heat from under the seat, fools you better stagger<br>My Uzi weighs a tonne<br>Stomp and claimin Compton from, g`yeah, day one<br>Sometimes I got to thank God<br>for puttin me in the middle of the land, where homies buck and sqwuab<br>For life, Compton for life and not for this rap<br>Stay true to the streets, so Gz get it straight<br>It just got to be that way<br>For my Gz that`s, why everyday<br>sneaks around, to put the buck down<br>Compton 24/7, g`yeah, stay the hell down<br>We clown on the daily<br>Others try and fade the West but they must be crazy<br>I`m representin<br><br>G`yeah (Hey, come on)<br>To the West, my Gz, to the West<br>Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your chest<br>And we ain`t sayin no names, uhh<br>Compton, uhh, g`yeah<br>Buck em down, buck em down<br>Buck em, brrrgh, uhh