DJ Premier – Got That lyrics

Blue Stamp
Brenk we gon' get 'em on this one
Let's get 'em LOC

I'm one hundred from the hood point of view (cheah)
West-west y'all, hood niggas stay true (west)
My jeans still sag, the color still blue
Hood shit, nigga, spit cheah, only a few
That's what it do LOC, I don't flip
Gang shit for the grip, Compton don't trip
And it's so necessary I don't follow the speech
My motto be the hollow point slug for each
Fuck the radio, ban me, they can't stand me
Never winnin' a Grammy, still gon' jam E
Bitch give a fuck about swag
I'm a real D boy check the duffel bag
Compton 'til I die, or somebody kill
The hood got me back like that for real
Nigga, chill, got it back on lock
That real deal heavy weight flood the bock (cheah)

You reppin' the hood, Eiht?
Got that!
You smokin' that good, Eiht?
Got that!
You reppin' the West, Eiht?
Got that!
Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh
You reppin' the hood, Eiht?
Got that!
You smokin' that good, Eiht?
Got that!
You reppin' the West, Eiht?
Got that! Cheah! Hold up, hold up

History of violence
Move in silence
Compton make it bang, here's your daily guidance (uh huh, uh huh)
Nigga, I be the truth
Every line is mines I spit in the booth
Tryna make that shit that make you feel good
Never commercial, Eiht real hood
Who would? Nobody but your nigga
Rep to get dough just like he should (cheah)
Eiht never change programs
Dance records, muthafucka slow jams
For the bitches that smoke and love real Gs
Nappy ass head niggas with tatts like hes (ch-cheah)
Please believe (uh huh), yes indeed
Eiht keep it straight till our mind's off greed (yes)
Cheah, give 'em what they need
Real dead, watch suckers mislead

You reppin' the hood, Eiht?
Got that!
You smokin' that good, Eiht?
Got that!
You reppin' the West, Eiht?
Got that!
Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh
You reppin' the hood, Eiht?
Got that!
You smokin' that good, Eiht?
Got that!
You reppin' the West, Eiht?
Got that! Cheah!

Cheah, it's hood shit when the streets start yellin'
That West Coast dope, muthafuckas 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 niggas gon' die (ching!)
Stop in the name of the streets
These niggas tryna serve y'all bakin' soda bleach
Tryna eat all top when their shit don't pop
In the land of the lost, scream hell is hot
One shot make me kill niggas chance
Indeed take a chance, be the circumstance
Eiht got the flava of the year
Gangsta 'round here with my nigga Premier
Steer clear for the weapon's test
Enemy to your hood so they make an arrest

You reppin' the hood, Eiht?
I got that!
You' smokin' that good, Eiht?
I got that!
You reppin' the West, Eiht? (cheah)
I got that! (ch-ch-ch-cheah, I bring it back and uh)
You reppin' the hood, Eiht?
I got that!
You smokin' that good, Eiht?
I got that! (ch-ch-cheah)
You reppin' the West, Eiht?
Blue Stamp official
Year Round muthafuckas
Cheah! Cheah!
Brenk Sinatra on the beat (got that)
Y'all wanna hear this shit right here?
Real Compton authentic!
Leave it to your nigga to bring it back
More than your average or
More than your ordinary (got that)
Compton official
Most wanted nigga! (got that)
Cheah!