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[eiht]
(dont fuck around...)
Geah
In the mutherfuckin house
To the 9 to the 6
Compton in this bitch, uh
And we in this muthafucka lookin too greedy
This goin out to all the hub city players baby
Check it out
Gang way cause Im nuthin but a killer
A nigga that kill, thats real
Eiht gon steal to your
Mutherfuckin jaw
Fuck the southpaw
We go knuckle to knuckle, ima watch your ass buckle (geah)
It seems that you talk much trash but ima be like rockets
Hard to dump on that ass (pop pop pop)
Niggas lookin faulty, you done fucked yourself this time
With the notorious 1-59
You goin be feelin kinda nervous when we pass you
Your ride full of holes when we blast you
Got no muthafuckin stripes at all
Go toe to toe with the m.a. and they gon fall sucker
Better duck ah, ima buck ya
Serve you like a clucker, punk muthafucka
You cant hang with the greatest heavy weights
Niggas on the run, lil hawk & bird, da foe and eiht
So fool get your flip on, youre trip on
Better skip on
Before I get my clip on
Geah, bitch, right
And Im just tryin to collect my stripes
(dont fuck around...)
Nigga
Eihthype in the house nigga
Young prod in the house nigga
Westside in the house
[young prod]
A east side ridah
Gots to put it down for the goods
Im slangin
Gd up, throwin up the hood (gangsta)
The homies got problems
Swerve in an all gold trey, dumpin (geah)
Leanin out the window deuce-five, bust
Givin a fuck like ike turner
Corner, one times at the light
In motion
With my big homie on ds (cmon)
Since its all about the hood
Im jumpin out with the heat, peep
Hit that block and stop, Im in traffic
Breakin with the deuce-five strap
Call me a classic
A b.g. bustin caps for stripes
But now its drastic
I wish I had a plastic glock
And now we blastin
Muthafucka brains and thangs
Cause Im a bastard
It aint nuthin but killin
When you dealin with the evil side
Caps get peeled
And its still to the g
Thats how it is
Collectin stripes
[eiht]
(dont fuck around...)
Eihthype big baby, geah...
And aint nuthin but the killers in here
Like I said once again my friend
Niggas in this muthafucka lookin too greedy
Geah, watts up rat big baby
We in the muthafuckin house, geah
Punk mutherfuckers wanna act up
How can you speak when you got no fuckin back up?
I guess we got bitch niggas in the c.p.t.
Tryin to represent but aint worth nine cent
Niggas need to get cut down to size
Puttin permanent marks under they mutherfuckin eyes
To be or not to be killed is the question
When I lay slugs in they muthafuckin chest and
You lookin silly - billy
Dont hit that high note
As I slit your throat
Cant stand it, goddamnit!
Ima ram it
Any time, any place like janet
Ima serve you like flow and mels diner
Then break your fragile-ass like some china
Knick knack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
Scaredy cats need to get that ass on
We rolls heads like bowling balls
Serve your block with the glock like house calls (geah)
So dont be fuckin with the crew when Im buzzed
Geah, right and Im just tryin to collect my stripes
Nigga, uh
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
Like I said once again my friend
It aint over till the fat bitch spit
And she aint spittin shit
Cause we aint spittin shit but the nina
To the mutherfuckin six, yknow Im sayin?
Fuck all you fake-ass fools out there
Cause we aint nuthin but the true blue gangstas
From the hub city yknow Im sayin?
West side hoo-ride all day
Nigga and we dont play
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house, erb
(dont fuck around...)
Geah
In the mutherfuckin house
To the 9 to the 6
Compton in this bitch, uh
And we in this muthafucka lookin too greedy
This goin out to all the hub city players baby
Check it out
Gang way cause Im nuthin but a killer
A nigga that kill, thats real
Eiht gon steal to your
Mutherfuckin jaw
Fuck the southpaw
We go knuckle to knuckle, ima watch your ass buckle (geah)
It seems that you talk much trash but ima be like rockets
Hard to dump on that ass (pop pop pop)
Niggas lookin faulty, you done fucked yourself this time
With the notorious 1-59
You goin be feelin kinda nervous when we pass you
Your ride full of holes when we blast you
Got no muthafuckin stripes at all
Go toe to toe with the m.a. and they gon fall sucker
Better duck ah, ima buck ya
Serve you like a clucker, punk muthafucka
You cant hang with the greatest heavy weights
Niggas on the run, lil hawk & bird, da foe and eiht
So fool get your flip on, youre trip on
Better skip on
Before I get my clip on
Geah, bitch, right
And Im just tryin to collect my stripes
(dont fuck around...)
Nigga
Eihthype in the house nigga
Young prod in the house nigga
Westside in the house
[young prod]
A east side ridah
Gots to put it down for the goods
Im slangin
Gd up, throwin up the hood (gangsta)
The homies got problems
Swerve in an all gold trey, dumpin (geah)
Leanin out the window deuce-five, bust
Givin a fuck like ike turner
Corner, one times at the light
In motion
With my big homie on ds (cmon)
Since its all about the hood
Im jumpin out with the heat, peep
Hit that block and stop, Im in traffic
Breakin with the deuce-five strap
Call me a classic
A b.g. bustin caps for stripes
But now its drastic
I wish I had a plastic glock
And now we blastin
Muthafucka brains and thangs
Cause Im a bastard
It aint nuthin but killin
When you dealin with the evil side
Caps get peeled
And its still to the g
Thats how it is
Collectin stripes
[eiht]
(dont fuck around...)
Eihthype big baby, geah...
And aint nuthin but the killers in here
Like I said once again my friend
Niggas in this muthafucka lookin too greedy
Geah, watts up rat big baby
We in the muthafuckin house, geah
Punk mutherfuckers wanna act up
How can you speak when you got no fuckin back up?
I guess we got bitch niggas in the c.p.t.
Tryin to represent but aint worth nine cent
Niggas need to get cut down to size
Puttin permanent marks under they mutherfuckin eyes
To be or not to be killed is the question
When I lay slugs in they muthafuckin chest and
You lookin silly - billy
Dont hit that high note
As I slit your throat
Cant stand it, goddamnit!
Ima ram it
Any time, any place like janet
Ima serve you like flow and mels diner
Then break your fragile-ass like some china
Knick knack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
Scaredy cats need to get that ass on
We rolls heads like bowling balls
Serve your block with the glock like house calls (geah)
So dont be fuckin with the crew when Im buzzed
Geah, right and Im just tryin to collect my stripes
Nigga, uh
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
Like I said once again my friend
It aint over till the fat bitch spit
And she aint spittin shit
Cause we aint spittin shit but the nina
To the mutherfuckin six, yknow Im sayin?
Fuck all you fake-ass fools out there
Cause we aint nuthin but the true blue gangstas
From the hub city yknow Im sayin?
West side hoo-ride all day
Nigga and we dont play
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house, erb
Исполнитель: MC Eiht