Compton To Stockholm - DJ King Assassin, MC Eiht, Infinite Mass

(Westside, in the house, for the ninteen ninety sick

Yeah, Mc Eiht in the house, Infinite Mass in the house

And this is how we represent… check it out!)

(MC Eiht)

We represent from six thousand miles away

We get our slang on, bang on, hang to the A. K

You don’t wanna play, say what you say

What the, Westside puts it down all day

Handle mine with the nine-mill

Clocking bills on the westside of the hill

Ain’t nothing change but the scrilla'

You don’t work, you don’t eat

So Im nothing but the killa

Keep on sweating this Compton thang

Eiht Da Mack come strap, and high jack

And damn plane, flowing like hawking birds

You gets dub by this criminal nigga on the run

We bangs like Crips and Bloods

Straight thugs, from Comptown to Stocktown

Killing and drugs

It don’t matter where you at gee

From under the fifty night to Rinkeby

We holds it down, E and the Infinite

Bought it, twenty million crowns

One two one two, check it out!

We represent from Comptown to Stocktown

From block to block, Glocks to Glocks

All around

You fucks around and you gets no pass

It’s the MC Eiht baby down with Infinite Mass

(Cham)

For the one’s who’s down with the Eiht hype sound

From block to block, to da last busstop in your town

I don’t mean to rag, but we’ve gots that shit

Make weak rappers stand still, while we be spitting

Out hits

Foes get killed, everyday.

And peace say may West

Cause Infinite Mass and MC eiht is like two to the chest

That’s wheel, that’s how I feel, I gots to be hard

Cause the world is hard, Im glad Im live, that’s why I

Thank god

Standing here, in the middle of nowhere

My mind is tripping on me cause, butter’s gone there

What should I do?

Im stronger than I thought

Got my peeps together, and say, let’s do it from the heart

Years went by, my click got tight

Pimps and hustlers on the late night hype

On the next level, that no one can fear

Cham represent from my block, to your town

We represent from Comptown to Stocktown

From block to block, Glocks to Glocks

All around

You fucks around and you gets no pass

It’s the MC Eiht baby down with Infinite Mass

(Rigo-Rod)

Foes be sayin' gees be weak, while my block not

Just squeete my homie Shelf.

With the sock round his Glock

And that’s how we live in the R-I-N-K-E-B-Y

The place I call home, in the Stocktown zone

And this is for all the slanging foes

From them one’s locked down, to them still hanging in the hood

And nothing new, cause we been here for years

With the Mass and the Compton Psycho droping shit in your ears

And every track we makes be banging, for the ninety sick

It’s from Stocktown and Compton thanging

And alot of groups out there, the lack, with the Mass

Rollin' with record-reppers, checking for fast

Chorous (*2)

We represent from Comptown to Stocktown

From block to block, Glocks to Glocks

All around

You fuck around and you gets no pass

It’s the MC Eiht baby down with Infinite Mass

…Sweden is the bomb, Stockholm is the bomb

From Comptown to Stocktown, yoimsayin', it’s ALL GOOD…