Where U Goin’ 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Geah
Blue Stamp Official
Lets get 'em

[Verse 1]
I reminisce like Pete Rock, Loc, where the smoke go?
I take a hit and take it back where they loco (Geah)
My vocal point: Compton local (It's Compton)
On the DL, keep a low profile
n*ggas don't smile, so the rounds tell
Hustle be the MO, 5-0, hell
Yell when they come (When they come)
Where you bang from?
Checkin' the tattoos (It's Compton)
Sweatin' the income (Geah)
And I dont sweat a mothaf*cka cuz I'm on one (On one)
Cuz anything y'all doing, n*ggas, been done
Geah, Eiht on a rampage
Two shots, buck 'em down with the 12 gauge (Bah)
And I ain't tryna hit you with some blow up
The inhale smell have your chest start toe up (Geah)
WS all day, n*ggas grimy (Grimy)
Keeping these phony mothaf*ckas way behind me

[Hook]
Geah, g-g-g-geah
Where you goin' to?
G-g-g-g-g-geah, geah
I gives a f*ck what you goin' through (Geah, geah)
G-g-g-g-geah
Moaf*cka, what you gon' do? (Geah)
Geah, where you goin' to? (Uh-huh)
I'm headed Westbound (Westbound)
It's Compton all day with the hood sound
[Verse 2]
Got my mind made up, I'mma stick to the streets (Geah)
Until we all rich, whole neighborhood eats (Ching!)
And I ain't here to rhyme like another dude (Uh-huh)
I keep it Compton, any time I'm in the mood (Brr)
Move over, n*ggas tryna get a rep (Geah)
A new dance step (hey!), another concept (Uh-huh)
Why you n*ggas slept? It's no jokin' (Uh-huh)
Music to Driveby (skrr) and the block left smokin' (Brr)
The hood rat strokin' but the P ain't free
And you can keep trickin' for a very large fee
Never me cuz it's real hard times (Oh)
And stick to the script if your life like mines (Uh-huh)
Another R-I-P, another dope sale (Dope sale)
Another day n*ggas all on you coat tail
Geah, what the f*ck are they yellin'?
One Time's comin' so n*ggas start bellin' (Haha)

[Chorus]
Geah, g-g-g-geah
Where you goin' to? (Geah)
G-g-g-g-geah
I gives a f*ck what you goin' through
Geah, ay, little n*gga, what you gon' do? (Geah)
Geah, where you goin' to?
I'm headed Westbound
It's Compton all day with the hood sound
[Verse 3]
It's West Coast real talk say bring it back (Bring it back)
They f*cked a n*gga one time in a Cadillac (Ching)
A couple switches, real rap and a hood rat (Geah)
No mothaf*ckin' trickin', n*gga, we ain't with that (Uh-huh)
I teach the mothaf*ckin' lesson like X-Clan
The West Coast, oh yes, be less and planned
Tryna fight the powers that be
And fight against a couple of suckas that's phony (Uh-huh)
It's on me, I die for the cause (Hah)
And put this bullsh*t rap back on pause (Hold up)
Hold y'all applause, cuz we ain't done (We ain't done)
Think o' y'all wanna brawl so we just begun
Real raps will travel to any n*gga spot
Mothaf*ckas wanna battle but they ass ain't high (Uh-huh)
So play ya ass outta dodge (Uh-huh)
One shot, kill 'em off so it's no mirage, geah

[Chorus]
Geah, g-g-g-geah
Where you goin' to? (Uh-huh)
Geah, g-g-geah
I gives a f*ck what you goin' through (Geah)
And like me, little n*gga, what you gon' do?
Where you goin' to? (Where you goin' to?)
I'm headed Westbound (Westbound)
It's Compton (it's Compton) all day with the hood sound
[Outro]
Geah!
Brenk Sinatra on the beat
Blue Stamp Official, n*gguh