Guerilla City

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce myself

I'm Guerilla Black, and I would like to

Take y'all for a walk through my place called Guerilla City

A.K. Oh, Compton, the home of the legends

Know what I'm sayin, it's a cold place to be at baby

Uh, uh

When I'm in Guerilla City

And I got my killas with me

In khakis and chucks, gats on tuck

Don't mess around and get yo' ass sprayed up, Blood

When I'm in Guerilla City

And I got my killas with me

In khakis and chucks, gats on tuck

Don't mess around and get yo' ass sprayed up, cuz

When you walk through my city you can tell it's a cold vibe

Look in the eyes of the young **** and old guys

You can see they hurt, the old cats on that esseside

The young **** stay smokin' sherm

And ain't no promise I'll see tomorrow

It's just me, my pro club, khakis and my beat up Monte Carlo

With the bondo on the bullet holes

Bandanna on the steering wheel

Dashboard with photos of my old hoes

Smokin' Newport's up Compton Boulevard

I'm gettin' older and the younger **** stompin' hard

I got a problem, momma screamin', "Get a job!"

My girl bitchin' and they killed my little **** Rob

I got the lick on some blocks with my **** up in Watts

And they told me that they fresh out the box

Shit, fuck the EDD, I got work ****

It's called crack cocaine, it hit ya turnt ****

When I'm in Guerilla City

And I got my killas with me

In khakis and chucks, gats on tuck

Don't mess around and get yo' ass sprayed up, Blood

When I'm in Guerilla City

And I got my killas with me

In khakis and chucks, gats on tuck

Don't mess around and get yo' ass sprayed up, cuz

The hood uniform done changed

Now the young throwbacks in academics and they still gangbang

And the Crips wear more red than the Bloods do

These are the enemies, all the hood loves you

And the smokers still pullin' on pipe dreams

Them youngins crush dro and the blunts that look light green

The night seems like it never will end

My **** Buddha hold rag at 7th and Till then

Look in my eyes, it ain't all palm trees and doja smoke

A bunch of hood minded motherfuckers holdin' heat fo' sho'

Jump in they sweep, patrol the hood block for block now

Let the pigeons out the coop when the johnnies hound

Dice game and slap boxin' is a hood sport

Chili cheese fries, deuce deuce and a Newport

A hold a **** down until he think his next thought

I thank God for bein' here, ****, just to talk

When I'm in Guerilla City

And I got my killas with me

In khakis and chucks, gats on tuck

Don't mess around and get yo' ass sprayed up, Blood

When I'm in Guerilla City

And I got my killas with me

In khakis and chucks, gats on tuck

Don't mess around and get yo' ass sprayed up, cuz

I got the warrant up in Torrence

I don't give a fuck, I ain't payin' shit

Send me to the county, to the dorm where I can play it sick

Watchin' big screens, takin' showers on the phone

Sharpen up my toothbrush just in case holmes

And them other ese's start trippin'

Swing with my right, ****, keep the left one stickin'

Took they tear gas and pepper spray this bitch down

I got three days rest until I'm back out

And when I touch down back in the CPT

I got a pack of cigs I ain't smoked in 'bout two weeks

**** blowin' up my cell phone, they know the whole scoop

**** break down your story better than you do

Shit, that's the hood for you, **** know the info

I'm back in the Monte Carlo with a nympho

Headed to the studio, Wester Inn

And she got a whole lot of booty for my pleasures, man

When I'm in Guerilla City

And I got my killas with me

In khakis and chucks, gats on tuck

Don't mess around and get yo' ass sprayed up, Blood

When I'm in Guerilla City

And I got my killas with me

In khakis and chucks, gats on tuck

Don't mess around and get yo' ass sprayed up, cuz

Motherfucker don't wanna get caught on this side of town, ****

It's real crazy over here, motherfucker, you know

Shit, we got some of everything crackin' off over here

We got prostitution, motherfucker got AR's

**** got motherfuckin' little mini-MAC's

We got all that shit, ****

I got the thirstiest motherfuckers in the world, ****

You could be a grown man

Get yo' ass whooped by a eleven year old ****

I'm tellin' you, ****, these **** is about it, 'bout it, ****

Huh, ****, it's real, motherfucker

You bring your ass on this side, ****, I'm tellin' you, ****

Huh, we put fear in motherfuckers hearts for years, ****

You know how we ride, ****, soon as we hit the county, ****

Watts up! You know, C-O-M-P-T-O-N

C-O-M-P-T-O-N, ****