Automatic
MC Eiht Lyrics

Geah
An expression of agreement.

Hoo-Bangin in the house c'mon Geah Eihthype in the house c'mon Geah And I'm representin Real Compton City G's on this one My nigga [??] in the house We gon set it off like this
Introducing himself and declaring that he represents Real Compton City G's with his friends. They are ready to set the stage for a music performance.

y'all niggas want to toss on me Throw sum Get ready for the hot one here it come y'all scream like bitches scheme my riches Too suspicious my Glock rocks to your jaw Nigga just too vicious land of the lost Who's the boss get tossed have you seen her My Nina, she's catchin a misdemeanor My rep gets bigger my finger on the trigger I cocks the hammer back like 'fucks you nigga!' I let loose shells fly like the [?spruise-goose?] Push weight protects mine, much juice I hoo-bangs with a gang and slangs caine Fuck what you tryin to get nigga, it's my thang! [??] cops more white and hit claims I serves everything from white to mary jane I'm hittin the one times with a fake last thing Just to keep my ass on the streets, in the game, it's automatic
People try to mess with him, but he is ready for them with his gun. He's unstoppable and is caught up in illegal activities, thriving on the execution of the game. He is involved in money laundering and is unaffected by any form of policing. He will do anything to stay on the streets and is quick to pull the trigger on anyone who challenges him.

I represent the hoodrats and the B.G's The niggas on the corner whop white to make cheese If you want some then niggas bring static It's automatic
He's highlighting the various types of people he represents and is saying that if anyone wants trouble, it will be automatic that he is their adversary.

You need to get at me, I'm the G Locin and provokin dips blocks with cavi Search a ki' cross the street and smash out The '63 bounce back to the same route You fools best get the fuck off my cold tales Gang tales of how the fuckin dead body smells Late night horror shows in jail cells Represent where you from no one to tell Life ain't nuthin but the hood and snaps Hoodrats carry work with straps in they laps Quarter niggas with nicknames play craps Enemies tryin to cross the front line Get capped nuthin but escape, uh Second flat my gat let loose like 'Rat-a-tat-tat' The underground hero guess y'all is back My custom, my khaki suit and a blue cap, automatic
He's daring anyone to confront him and asserts his reputation as a G (gangster) while narrating his personal experiences with violence and death in jail. Life isn't easy on the streets, where everyone carries weapons and risk their lives. He talks about his role in the game and uses his favourite gun as a warrant for his dominance in the underground drug world.

I make it difficult for a nigga to find me Crazy-ass Hoo-Bangin G's behind me You're fucked up for that last time fo' sho' Now you know, two in your door, four to the floor Any nigga want to bring it-bring I guarantee your ass will hear the glock sing Quick to hit out like [name] the street king Shells ricochet up your body, ping ping Eazy don't come to [??] pound West to the chest Is the best get-coast On the contrary I shots down your post You're gettin next to me, uh, too close Close down your whole block froze down Infiltrators end up-no sound You sorry muthafuckas here's your showdown Eiht caught a hot one now I'm county-bound, automatic
He's unreachable and well-protected, with tough G's always surrounding him. He threatens anyone trying to find him and envisions a situation where he shoots any intruder. He describes his killing skills in detail, demeaning his enemies and building his image as a powerful figure. He warns everyone who crosses him and consequences for their actions by describing his strength and dominance in the game.

y'all know how the fuck we do it y'all know how the fuck we're livin Real Compton G's I said them real Compton G's My nigga 'Fredwreck' and 'Julio G' on the beat y'all know how the fuck we do this Hoo-Bangin affiliates till we die nigga Compton till we rest You know we're the best The WEST (westside) YES! WESTSIDE! Geah
He brags about his lifestyle and relationships with his collaborators, bragging about his Compton authenticity and how they symbolize their region. It's a reminiscent of the golden age of gangsta rap in the west coast of America, where rivalry between different neighborhoods beget notoriousness and gang wars. He continues to assert his allegiance to the west coast as an undeniable truth.