DJ Premier - Got That lyrics

[MC Eiht] Blue Stamp Brenk we gon' get 'em on this one Let's get 'em LOC [Verse 1 : MC Eiht] I'm one hundred from the hood point of view (geah) West-west y'all my hood n***as stay true (west) My jeans still sag, the color still blue Hood sh**, n***a spit geah, only a few That's what it do LOC, I don't flip Gang sh** for the grip compton on [?] And it's so necessary I don't follow the speech My motto be the hollow point slug for each f** the radio, ban me, they can't stand me Never winnin' a grammy, still gon' [?] b**h give a f** about swag I'm a real D boy check the duffel bag Compton till I die, or somebody k** The hood got me back like that for real n***a chill got it back on lock That real deal heavy weight flood the bock (geah) [Hook : DJ Premier & MC Eiht] You're reppin' the hood, Eiht? Got that! You're smokin' that good, Eiht? Got that! You're reppin' the west, Eiht? Got that! Leave it to your n***a to bring the streets back and uh You're reppin' the hood, Eiht? Got that! You're smokin' that good, Eiht? Got that! You're reppin' the west, Eiht? Got that! Geah! Hold up [Verse 2 : MC Eiht] History a violence Move silence Compton keep it bang, here's your daily guidance uh-huh uh-huh n***a I be the truth Every line is mines I spit in the booth Tryna make that sh** that make you feel good Never commercial, Eiht real hood Who would? Nobody but your n***a Rep to get dough just like he should (geah) Eiht never change programs Dance records, muthaf**a slow jams For the b**hes that smoke and love real Gs Nappy a** head n***as with tatts like hes (g-geah) Please believe, yes indeed Eiht keep it straight till our minds off greed (yes) Geah give 'em what they need Real dead, watch s**ers mislead [Hook : DJ Premier & MC Eiht] You're reppin' the hood, Eiht? Got that! You're smokin' that good, Eiht? Got that! You're reppin' the west, Eiht? Got that! Leave it to your n***a to bring the streets back and uh You're reppin' the hood, Eiht? Got that! You're smokin' that good, Eiht? Got that! You're reppin' the west, Eiht? Got that! [Verse 3 : MC Eiht] Geah, it's hood sh** when the streets start yellin' That west coast dope, muthaf**as keep sellin' Anybody tellin', keep spreadin' word Authentic to the ear, so pure you heard Everything is bomb When the real gon' drop so these n***as gon' [?] Stop in the name of the streets These n***as tryna serve y'all backin' soda [?] Tryna [?] top when their sh** don't pop In the land of the lost, scream hell is hot One shot make me k** n***as chance Indeed take a chance be the circumstance Eiht got the flava of the year Gangsta 'round here with my n***a Premier Steer clear for the weapon's test Enemy to your hood so they make an arrest [Hook + Outro : DJ Premier & MC Eiht] You're reppin' the hood, Eiht? I got that! You're smokin' that good, Eiht? I got that! You're reppin' the west, Eiht? (geah) I got that! (g-g-g-geah, I bring it back and uh) You're reppin' the hood, Eiht? I got that! You're smokin' that good, Eiht? I got that! (g-g-geah) You're reppin' the west, Eiht? Blue Stamp official Year Round muthaf**as Geah! Brenk Sinatra on the beat (got that) [?] wanna hear this sh** right here? Real Compton authentic! Leave it to your n***a to bring it back More than your average More than your ordinary (got that) Compton official Most wanted n***a! (got that) Geah!