MC Eiht – Got That (feat. DJ Premier)

And it’s so necessary I don’t follow the speech
Got that!
Fuck the radio, ban me, they can’t stand me
Got that!
Stop in the name of the streets
Compton till I die, or somebody kill
The hood got me back like that for real
Dance records, muthafucka slow jams
You’re smokin’ that good, Eiht?
Everything is bomb
Geah!
Eiht never change programs
You’re reppin’ the hood, Eiht?
I got that!
You’re smokin’ that good, Eiht?
That west coast dope, muthafuckas keep sellin’
Compton keep it bang, here’s your daily guidance uh-huh uh-huh
I got that!
One shot make me kill niggas chance
Got that!
You’re reppin’ the hood, Eiht?
West-west y’all my hood niggas stay true (west)

For the bitches that smoke and love real Gs
I’m a real D boy check the duffel bag
You’re smokin’ that good, Eiht?
[MC Eiht]
Real Compton authentic!
Anybody tellin’, keep spreadin’ word
Indeed take a chance be the circumstance
My motto be the hollow point slug for each
Most wanted nigga! (got that)
[Hook : DJ Premier & MC Eiht]
Eiht keep it straight till our minds off greed (yes)
Got that!
Tryna make that shit that make you feel good
Nobody but your nigga Who would?
Got that!
Nigga chill got it back on lock
You’re reppin’ the west, Eiht?
You’re smokin’ that good, Eiht?

[Verse 2 : MC Eiht]
You’re reppin’ the hood, Eiht?
History a violence
Rep to get dough just like he should (geah)
You’re reppin’ the west, Eiht?
Brenk Sinatra on the beat (got that)
[?] wanna hear this shit right here?
In the land of the lost, scream hell is hot
You’re reppin’ the hood, Eiht?

Hold up Got that! Geah!
Never commercial, Eiht real hood
(geah) You’re reppin’ the west, Eiht?
Got that!
Real dead, watch suckers mislead

You’re smokin’ that good, Eiht?
Compton official
Gangsta ’round here with my nigga Premier

[Hook : DJ Premier & MC Eiht]
Nigga I be the truth
You’re reppin’ the west, Eiht?
Geah give ’em what they need
Got that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh
Tryna [?] top when their shit don’t pop
Bitch give a fuck about swag
Leave it to your nigga to bring it back
Got that!
Enemy to your hood so they make an arrest
Blue Stamp
My jeans still sag, the color still blue
Eiht got the flava of the year
That’s what it do LOC, I don’t flip
Move silence

You’re reppin’ the west, Eiht?
You’re reppin’ the hood, Eiht?
More than your ordinary (got that)
Year Round muthafuckas

Hood shit, nigga spit geah, only a few
Geah, it’s hood shit when the streets start yellin’
[Verse 3 : MC Eiht]
Authentic to the ear, so pure you heard
Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh Got that!
I’m one hundred from the hood point of view (geah)
(g-g-geah) I got that!
I got that! (g-g-g-geah, I bring it back and uh)
[Hook + Outro : DJ Premier & MC Eiht]
You’re reppin’ the west, Eiht?
Nappy ass head niggas with tatts like hes (g-geah)
That real deal heavy weight flood the bock (geah)
[Verse 1 : MC Eiht]

These niggas tryna serve y’all backin’ soda [?]
More than your average
Never winnin’ a grammy, still gon’ [?]
You’re smokin’ that good, Eiht?
Steer clear for the weapon’s test
Gang shit for the grip compton on [?]
You’re reppin’ the hood, Eiht?
Got that!
Please believe, yes indeed
Geah!
When the real gon’ drop so these niggas gon’ [?]
Let’s get ’em LOC
Every line is mines I spit in the booth
Blue Stamp official

I got that!
Brenk we gon’ get ’em on this one
Got that!