40 ounces ain't the only thing poppin'. 'Round here we get it clockin' when the things start knockin'. Low lows ain't the only thing droppin'. Bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell "Compton!".
40 ounces ain't the only thing poppin'. 'Round here we get it clockin' when the things start knockin'. Low lows ain't the only thing droppin'. Bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell "Compton!".
Ay who got all these niggas walking around. With all this motherfuckin' air in they chest?. Oh, you pumpin' your motherfucking self up, huh?. . You know I'm with the bullshit, ay.