mc eiht - late nite hype part 2 lyrics
geah
compton
geah
where we from?
all day…
the weeest side…
all day
n-gg-
we from the west side
(1-5-9)
all the time
i gots to get mine so i’ma take your
i do what i gotta do, kick in some back doors (geah)
you don’t work, you don’t eat is the scene
a n-gg- like myself got to get me some green
i heard a n-gg- say: i got a little business trick
so smooth your momma won’t know your tryin’ to make a grip
i said: what’s that?
he said: don’t worry bout that!
just grab this m-th-f-ckin’ gat and stick it behind your back
where the f-ck was we going i wondered, didn’t give a d-mn
because the hood took me under
stick the gat behind my back with an extra clip
my n-gg- said: e just watch your back and you best not slip!
i said: homie you don’t know me
don’t you see saliva drippin’ from my mouth? i’m too hungry!
jump in the bucket, f-ck it!
take a look back at the crib then hit the pedal to put in my bid
we in the bucket, best believe we gon’ doing some lootin’
we got straps in our laps, we gon’ be doing some shootin’
headed to the west side
to start some sh-t, fired up the blunt
to get my head buzzed to pull the hit
now i’m ready to cook
take the strap on my back and i take another look
i’m ready to do some m-th-f-ckin trippin’
i’m ready to hit your m-th-rf-ckin block
with it c-cked, catch you slippin, we in the bucket jettin’
must be nearin the spot because i’m sweatin (ah, d-mn!)
my n-gg- peeped and said:
e sit back under the seat as he reached,
pulled out the mac (yeah it’s on)
hit a couple of corners slow then he killed the lights (geah)
grabs my strap cause tonight’s the f-ckin night
i guess this is where the plot thickens
n-gg-s fix, n-gg-s pluck and f-ck like some d-mn chickens
fools just best stay hid
ain’t no shame
on the corner like caine, we might be poppin off some d-mn kids
jump out with the strap
n-gg-s caught off guard
slipping hard
running for the d-mn backyard (run run run)
somebody got two keys behind a d-mn door
i look at my n-gg- and say: what we waiting for?
he said: i’m waiting on you
i said: no sh-t? then step aside
and watch this m-th-f-ckin 9 spit
ready to leave dead bodies on the curb
i’m gon’ be sitting on fat – when i get them birds
not thinking, n-body can do me
through the back door, i know it’s looking like a f-ckin’ movie (geah)
big boss man behind the chair and he’s scared as f-ck
pop in clip number two and i commence to bust (pop pop pop)
not giving a d-mn
mentality’s do or die
hollow points h-t the chair as the feather fly
i hear him scream out loud homey you dirty!
i tell him: shut the f-ck up! where’s the birds?
i grabs the suitcase
it’s good (that’s right)
unloads my strap like a real g should
like santa claus with a sack full of goods
i’m heading
back to the hood
i’m back with a mac
in the front seat of the benz and i’m flossin’
n-gg-s get in my way and i’m tossin’
not from shaolin but i’m down with the cream
they sayin’ shame on a n-gg-, know what i mean?
geah but i’m just that type
the n-gg-s gon’ pop you on the late nite hype
west side…
geah
where we from…
the west side…
geah
c’mon
c’mon y’all
1-5-9 all the time…
c’mon y’all
compton in this b-tch
eihthype…
ya know
just like last year i said my friend
geah
b-tches sing!
come on
geah
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