We Get Down Like That Songtext
von Compton’s Most Wanted

Geah
Geah, geah, geah, geah
It′s Compton
Geah, geah, geah, geah
Won't he bang you bitches
Let me do this
Geah
Geah, geah, geah
We get down like that
Won′t he bang you bitches
Geah
We get down like that
Geah, geah
You see the contact
Geah
We get down like that


I'mma ride for the block till my final breath
My mindstate is west and Compton for death
Yes, ya'll, eight in the chill
In the CPT, bumpin′ "Kill at Will"
Get real, in the hood where they slang for bills
Anything to get off the block and move to the hills
You can′t take me out the hood, nigga
When these fingers get to twistin' and my hand on triggers
We go stayedy dippin′ in our '64
And you punk motherfuckers ain′t ready for show
Retaliation is a must, your enemies is close and I don't trust
And please don′t move, let your hands come out your jacket so smooth
Compton, geah, nigga, that's all I know
With the free up in my blunt, that's all I blow
Geah

We get down like that
We get down like that
Check it out, homie, a matter of fact
We ready to scrap, c′mon
Geah
We get down like that
We get down like that
Geah, homie, as a matter of fact
Niggas ready to scrap
Check it out


Last night, a nigga got popped
So the one times jack flash red and blue lights
Hood so tight, niggas on the corner with
Their chest stuck out waitin′ for the gunfight
Might make it, might not
Depends on your aim for the chance you got
For the homies that's fuckin′ dead and gone
Throw your Glocks up, holla back, it's on
Put that on your kids, or even on the set
You know who we did
Compton, motherfucker, ain′t done reppin' yet
Drive-bys, dough spot, hoodrats, yep, yep
And it′s nicely done
Ghetto motherfuckers, we do it for fun
And I pull out the gun
You see it, ya'll best run
Geah

We get down like that
We get down like that
Geah
Geah, matter of fact
We ready to scrap
Geah
We get down like that
We get down like that
Geah, as a matter of fact
We ready to scrap

All I know is CPT
Carry a strap, they tryin' to trap me
I′m a hustle man, do all I can
The streets, the number one fuckin′ plan
Man, with some Compton knuckleheads
Someone in it all get snatched by the feds
Keep my eyes on the prize, so I do not slip
Hit up a bitch and send her straight on a trip
No distractions, it's time for actions
And try to re-up with some minus subtractions
Ain′t nobody tell my life like some roses
Body with bullet holes and some bloody noses
The life I chose, homie, I don't trade
You could beat or seat, you know what the grade
Hood niggas in the hood sellin′ a few dubs
Got blacks in the windows for the lowrider clubs
Geah

We get down like that
We get down like that
Geah, as a matter of fact
Compton niggas ready to scrap
Geah
We get down like that
We get down like that
Geah, as a matter of fact
Compton niggas ready to scrap
Geah

Dub I-N-C for you bitches
Geah, geah, geah, geah
Won't he bang
Compton
We get down like that
We get down like that
Geah
For the hood niggas
I said, we get down like that
We get down like that