Blue Stamp

[MC Eiht] Gyeah, Blue Stamp official Keep it Compton [Verse one: MC Eiht] Gyeah, Eiht kid to shut 'em down, ghetto'll be the pro now Love it cause it’s underground Just like the shot lights, tell me how you seen The hoes with the pretty face, ass extreme Dreams of fucking a celebrity, gyeah Stuck up in the ass, but them love hood did Gyeah, you know the motton, hennesy bottle In the lap, right next to the strap, the homies follow Ghetto, gyeah so infamous, screaming innocence, with the evidence Gyeah, fight for the young and mean I represent Shady promoters, niggas grown ever since Long as the beat keep banging, niggas come The hoes sing every word, feel good, ha That’s what a motherfucker bring You stamped official, so let the shit bring [Hook] Get yours, niggas I get mine And everything is fine, and give it the blue stamp Get yours, niggas I get mine We on push the line, and give it the blue stamp Get yours, niggas I get mine We run from one time, and give it the blue stamp Niggas, gyeah, rep your town Bitches, gyeah, rep your town [Verse two: MC Eiht] You’re a customer, so the product ride So every fucking thang gonna be so tight, alright Soon the elite go to business vary Fight for the neighborhood, I’m a missionary Wake up everybody, we back in the place Some real niggas and bitches invade your space Give a fuck where you from, homes store up your fingers A new ghetto tone for your salary ringers Tryna bring back the sound that you missing bad Get rid of these phoney motherfuckers drinks and fats Eiht got your medicines (Yes) Bomb, my bomb niggas all in (Fuck with me) Some niggas loyalty is only skin deep We straight from the street, so they talk it don’t speak I say your name so weak, it’s Compton everyday I rep it in my sleep, c'mon [Hook] Get yours, niggas I get mine And everything is fine, and give it the blue stamp Get yours, niggas I get mine We on push the line, and give it the blue stamp Get yours, niggas I get mine We run from one time, so I give it the blue stamp Niggas, rep your town Bitches, rep your town [Verse three: MC Eiht] Niggas from the hood, so it’s guarantee west It’s where a nigga headed, so the brain don’t rest It’s no competition, the amateurs don’t impress It’s money over hoes, you trick you don’t mess Gangsta, gangsta, heard all about The only nigga’s back in town runnin' her mouth Tryna smoke a couple palm trees Niggas banging impala music You know them OG’s Compton, niggas where your dues pay Sliding in my ride, house shoes, sippin kool-aid Who you wanna fade, Compton original Fuck it, this the west nigga, any individual Bump a couple towns now, send the residuals Want the real west coast, nigga here it goes Nigga make it sound so clear The drive-by music so good in your ear, c'mon [Hook] Get yours, niggas I get mine And everything is fine, and give it the blue stamp Get yours, niggas I get mine We on push the line, and give it the blue stamp Get yours, niggas I get mine We run from one time, so I give it the blue stamp (gyeah) Niggas, rep your town (gyeah-gyeah) Bitches, (rep your town) and that's official, gyeah Who's step in the building? [...] Blue Stamp (Blue Stamp, Blue Stamp)