Where U From

[Verse 1: MC Eiht]
We like to bang bang boogie straight a gang of rookies
Take, the soft shit and rock it up to cookies
Roll around at work again we call em khaki suits, maybe cause niggas putting work we ready to shoot
Up and down the same block like déjà vu
About 7 or 8 niggas we the dangerous crew
And I’m young with G’s
A sole survivor, strictly from the west so I’m a Compton rider(yeah!)
Take that to the face
Another unsolved drive by with no case
It’s music to drive-by punks’ll get a case
If we don’t shoot up in the air boy we getting’ chased
Compton where I’m from shit has been bandanas and AK fully loaded clips like runnin’ at us
Niggas with police scanners tryna to stay one step ahead of us one time stop the [?]

[Chorus: MC Eiht]
Where u from?

I’m from the land of the B’s and’s and C’s, west coast westside for these real OG’s

Where u from?

Hoodrats and lo-lo’s at one time kickin’ the door with chokeholds
Where u from?

I’m from the CPT and them motherfuckin’ niggas from the ING

Where u from?

Now you know where I’m from, a neighborhood you punks best not come

[Verse 2: G-Luv]
Eiht holla’d at the road dog to come stick 'em I'm with Compton Most Wanted bout to catch another victim
You losers industry but we in the streets
Outta town copycats plagiarizing our identities
[?] so I just puff my kush
Blaze up my signature Chucks 'til a nigga can bust, for the west yes, the coast of the left do it to death we the best and still a motherfuckin’ murder vest
Lo-lo coppin’ gangbangers slanging cookie cabby
Lil' homies with them thangs come out the cuts in the alley
From LA to the Valley, Hawthorne to Carlson, Pasadena, Gardena, Watts, Inglewood, back to Compton off Ol’ English, near Dominguez all my soldiers got mad ass Chukkas and itchy trigga fingas
It’s the worldwide gangsta love where I’m from we ride on dubs stand back cause I’m blood, nigga what?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: MC Eiht]
You niggas is marks man I seen it from the start, we loc’d after dark y’all gots no heart
Street smart, the OG’s talk, them enemies runnin’ them motherfuckers get caught
Bark me and double up and then came the heater
A couple of tattoos sporting a wifebeater
I’m loco, stone cold, police chokeholds [?] to be fucking stole
A khaki suit, a bandana and loc’d and the two C’s stand for Compton Criminal
Wait a minute niggas, you know I’m still with it, the hood in my lyrics, fuck it I represent it
Who the fuck you supposed to be?
We no clique, we some hood niggas we roll deep
Shootouts in the parks man ‘fore the rap game when my money was low tight was the nigga game

[Chorus]