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mc eiht - iii the hood way lyrics

when i hear the words: murda murda, i concern a
slug in your burden brain
n-ggas heard of me
from here to eternity
f-ck h-ll cause i can feel the earth burn in me
now we can meet, we can greet, we can see, we can eat
we can hold court in the street
whatcha wanna do?
i just ate, it’s a quarter to 8
i’m in section 8 with mc eiht and a 38 (yeah)
and i’m ready to ride for this sh-t
m-th-f-cka done invested his life in this sh-t
and we ain’t losin’ rather take a penitentiary chance
and ?? your house like some blue and red ends
make you dance like holyfield
and we’ll rob you like lennox lewis
and you can’t do nuthin’ to us (nuthin’)
spent my life with the west rollies
a few of ’em still g-ngb-ngin in they 40’s, what
violatin parolies
ye-ye-ye-e
gangstas make the world go round
and stayin’ down in the y-2-k
that’s what they say
it’s hoo-bang m-th-f-cka and we don’t play
eiht, cube and mack: iii tha hood way, geah
i said…
mack 10 is the l!ck, west side is the cl!ck (yeah)
i can’t get enough of this gangsta sh-t
so i drag my 5-7 down the sh0r-s and the skate
???? play some vibrate for humpin’ section 8
i stay g’d up and down, it’s the bumper when it’s late
with my hair b-tch-braid sportin’ murder one shades
it’s the heat bringer, king inglewood swinger
and f-ck every n-gga that ain’t a hoo-banger (hoo-banger!)
no color lines make dimes, it’s color blind
and i ain’t trippin’ cause your rag ain’t bright as mine
let’s rock t-birds up, sew up the place
get on the paper chase and let us smoke our free base
i’m a straight go-getter, grinded till i’m rich
i stay down and dirty and screamin’ f-ck a b-tch (f-ck you b-tch!)
me, eiht and don mega off the hook together
it’s iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever, what
three n-ggas, three time felons with three strikes (yeah)
three times equal 9’s, khakis and knives
roll on swings as i bumps the flashlight
nice off i flip to the hard, my sh-t’s tight
small n-gga in the backseat with loc’s
tryin’ to come up on cash cause we downer at last
gun smoke, my tramp 8’s start to spittin’
put the hood i scream loud, give a f-ck who i’m hittin’
west side compton, hoo-bang’ fo’ sho’
put they work for my g’s, six feet below
the murda show, m-th-f-ckas ride with me
there’s one life to live so i cops the key
once upon a time in the projects with heat
slangin’ my sh-t: you don’t work, you don’t eat
you can take this boy out tha hood
but you can’t take the hood out a n-gga
hand stays on the trigga, geah
iii tha hood way ye-yey (fo’ sho’)
iii tha hood way ye-yey (for the 9-9 fool)
iii tha hood way ye-yey (you know how tha f-ck we do it)
iii tha hood way ye-yey (hoo-bangin’ fo’ life!)
yeah (geah)
geah
the compton sh-t
mc eiht (tha criminal sh-t)
for your -ss
ice cube (dumpin’ out the trey)
dumpin’ out the rag seven
mack 10 (givin’ yo’ -ss just what you need)
that thug sh-t
west side hoo-bangin’ gangstas
compton fo’ life
geah
babeeee…

- mc eiht lyrics

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