Geah
  Some of that thug shit
  Hoo-Bangin' Gangstas in the house
  Representin' for the West
  Compton one time
  Check this out, uh
  
  Geah
  Hoo-Bangin' in the house
  We gon' do it like this
  Compton in the house
  For all the thug niggas out there
  Life ain't nuthin' but money and hot nines
  Crooked hoes, keepin hid from one...
  Check me out
  
  Somebody help me out the ghetto
  Cause there's some things I just can't let go, uh
  My mind takes a twirl
  Lord, I try to cope with it, but I scream: fucks the world!
  Young nigga with dreams of schemes for the cash
  But then awaken to the sounds of late nite gun blasts
  My moms told my ass: hit the floor!
  Before the hot ones echo through the window
  Damn, why the fuck it's - my block
  Graffiti lookin' greedy and niggas who slangin' rock
  Fo' sho', I wanna be like that, fuck Mike
  Unless Mike was on the corner with a strap at night
  Gettin harrassed by the cops cause he's tryin' to make some dough
  So he can push up from a Caddy and dumps the Pinto
  So everybody in the hood can cops the lleyo
  And I can collects the cash flow
  
  Chrous:
  
  Life ain't nuthin' but money and hot nines
  Crooked hoes, keepin hid from one-time
  You got your strap uh, I got mine
  Takin you back to the time of '89
  
  Pops sendin money in lines from out of state
  But too late, I'm on the corner now way past eight
  Better they be on the look out for dark head lights
  Or get caught up in a twist of a long kiss goodnight
  Love the days of gettin paid With the cavi I clock
  When I roam the hard knocks are the court down block
  Turnin tide, now you bitch niggas wanna trip
  With a year-old Cutlass and a bag full of grips
  Still dips the hood, stay true is what they tell me
  Fuck you bitch-ass niggas, know the nina never fail me
  Lord, forgive me cause sometimes I can't deal
  With the pressures from the hood where the mentality to kill
  Protects me and my kids next, that's real
  Jealous-ass bitches cause y'all gots no skrill
  Time will reveal
  I be damned if I let y'all niggas stop my next meal
  
  Chorus...
  
  Now I sits in late nite spots and clock chips
  With a bag of chips eatin loaded up extra clips
  Watch out for the knock at the do'
  Throw your money through the mail and pick up the damn blow
  Quickly now, don't let the po-po show
  Or I'm hitted to the spot where the moon don't blow
  Life's a bitch, life's not a dance
  Life's too short for my ass to try to chance
  Last place niggas get caught for the fuckin dollars
  Have your ass on G.R. while I dip Impalas
  Blue-collar niggas sellin to white-collar fools
  But I don't givin a fuck, y'all know cash rules
  Pay ya dues, stay true to the street
  Get your money, man, fo' sho' packs my heat
  Told by the G'z that talk is cheap
  But y'all know since the days I'm in too deep
  C'mon
  
  Chorus...
  
  Hoo-Bangin' in the house, c'mon
  You know the fuck we regulate
  For all the thug niggas out there
  Thug niggas on the block
  Compton to the fullest
  Hoo-Bangin' till I die, nigga
  Check this out
  
  Chorus...
  
  Geah
  Compton
  Geah
  Hoo-Bangin' to the fullest
  Geah