Song | Got Cha Humpin' |
Artist | MC Eiht |
Album | Last Man Standing |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fischer, Muggs Parker, Tyler | |
Geah | |
My nigga muggs in the house | |
Who keeps you humpin' | |
Eihthype keeps you thumpin' | |
Always into somethin' | |
Westside got it going on | |
Westside got it going on | |
Who creeps in smooth with moves like gotti | |
Trips to make grips and back to the party | |
Million dollar holler with the jazzy belles | |
97 makes moves with the freaky tales | |
Hold up, stop the presses | |
Floats to the club and show me love in little short dresses | |
From 8 at night till 6 in the morn' | |
Intend to get ?naked?, try to put me on | |
Tick tock, it don't stop, clock keeps tickin' | |
Pour one more and wait for the liquor to kick in | |
Lookin suspicious cause you don't know the game plan | |
To the v.i.p. you peeps the ?three span? | |
Naughty as i wanna be, so check it | |
Drama to the women i perfected to get naked | |
2 shots of the v.s.o.p. r幦y | |
Converstions as i tugs on your bikini | |
Got to get it, cause i've never had | |
Takes the party back to my pad, color me bad | |
Oops... i swoops up in the coupe | |
One more pussy to loop, i'm knockin the boots | |
Geah | |
Who got you humpin' | |
Eihthype's always bumpin' | |
Always into somethin' (geah) | |
Westside's got it goin' on | |
Number one desperado, packin the hollows | |
In a nice tight suit with christy to swallow | |
Who's the role model, bitch butt-naked on the boat | |
'cross the lake, we skate with the heavy weights | |
Can you feel me? surfs all night, be rich | |
500 super sport, low-low's hittin' the switch | |
Gots long dough, fo' sho', cops paid by the month | |
Weekly in the club, gots ho's to hunt | |
Gets mine, nose to the grind, makes cheese | |
Ain't never seen three niggas like these | |
Still gots the connects, pulls china white from muggs | |
Rolex, more sex by the compton thugs | |
Senoritas and peso's for the amigos | |
Wherever the wind blows, you're sure to see those | |
Heavyweight hustlers that got the green | |
Chronic, snaps and bitches, the american dream | |
Geah | |
Chorus... | |
Makes me wanna throw my hands up and holler | |
It all seems like a dream | |
How we gettin the cream and still in impalas, c'mon | |
If you gots the time, then i gots the time | |
Best not be that bitch dropped dime | |
Stops my money flow, where's my money, hoe? | |
Out the door, watch the pimp with the gangsta limp | |
Limo rides, westside, i keep it crackin | |
Thousand dollar suits while the gators keep snappin | |
Bird flies in, top dollar bitches to stab | |
Sets up nice on boom bam ab | |
Makes me laugh sometimes... ha-ha | |
Fine bitches and money makes me do the cha cha | |
Ooh-lah-lah, 'cross the board money to spend | |
Open the door, bitch, get in | |
Chorus... | |
My nigga muggs one time, c'mon | |
Geah | |
Ya know how we do, ya know how we do | |
Come on, get down like you live, get down like you live | |
Geah |
zuo ci : Fischer, Muggs Parker, Tyler | |
Geah | |
My nigga muggs in the house | |
Who keeps you humpin' | |
Eihthype keeps you thumpin' | |
Always into somethin' | |
Westside got it going on | |
Westside got it going on | |
Who creeps in smooth with moves like gotti | |
Trips to make grips and back to the party | |
Million dollar holler with the jazzy belles | |
97 makes moves with the freaky tales | |
Hold up, stop the presses | |
Floats to the club and show me love in little short dresses | |
From 8 at night till 6 in the morn' | |
Intend to get ? naked?, try to put me on | |
Tick tock, it don' t stop, clock keeps tickin' | |
Pour one more and wait for the liquor to kick in | |
Lookin suspicious cause you don' t know the game plan | |
To the v. i. p. you peeps the ? three span? | |
Naughty as i wanna be, so check it | |
Drama to the women i perfected to get naked | |
2 shots of the v. s. o. p. r mi y | |
Converstions as i tugs on your bikini | |
Got to get it, cause i' ve never had | |
Takes the party back to my pad, color me bad | |
Oops... i swoops up in the coupe | |
One more pussy to loop, i' m knockin the boots | |
Geah | |
Who got you humpin' | |
Eihthype' s always bumpin' | |
Always into somethin' geah | |
Westside' s got it goin' on | |
Number one desperado, packin the hollows | |
In a nice tight suit with christy to swallow | |
Who' s the role model, bitch buttnaked on the boat | |
' cross the lake, we skate with the heavy weights | |
Can you feel me? surfs all night, be rich | |
500 super sport, lowlow' s hittin' the switch | |
Gots long dough, fo' sho', cops paid by the month | |
Weekly in the club, gots ho' s to hunt | |
Gets mine, nose to the grind, makes cheese | |
Ain' t never seen three niggas like these | |
Still gots the connects, pulls china white from muggs | |
Rolex, more sex by the compton thugs | |
Senoritas and peso' s for the amigos | |
Wherever the wind blows, you' re sure to see those | |
Heavyweight hustlers that got the green | |
Chronic, snaps and bitches, the american dream | |
Geah | |
Chorus... | |
Makes me wanna throw my hands up and holler | |
It all seems like a dream | |
How we gettin the cream and still in impalas, c' mon | |
If you gots the time, then i gots the time | |
Best not be that bitch dropped dime | |
Stops my money flow, where' s my money, hoe? | |
Out the door, watch the pimp with the gangsta limp | |
Limo rides, westside, i keep it crackin | |
Thousand dollar suits while the gators keep snappin | |
Bird flies in, top dollar bitches to stab | |
Sets up nice on boom bam ab | |
Makes me laugh sometimes... haha | |
Fine bitches and money makes me do the cha cha | |
Oohlahlah, ' cross the board money to spend | |
Open the door, bitch, get in | |
Chorus... | |
My nigga muggs one time, c' mon | |
Geah | |
Ya know how we do, ya know how we do | |
Come on, get down like you live, get down like you live | |
Geah |
zuò cí : Fischer, Muggs Parker, Tyler | |
Geah | |
My nigga muggs in the house | |
Who keeps you humpin' | |
Eihthype keeps you thumpin' | |
Always into somethin' | |
Westside got it going on | |
Westside got it going on | |
Who creeps in smooth with moves like gotti | |
Trips to make grips and back to the party | |
Million dollar holler with the jazzy belles | |
97 makes moves with the freaky tales | |
Hold up, stop the presses | |
Floats to the club and show me love in little short dresses | |
From 8 at night till 6 in the morn' | |
Intend to get ? naked?, try to put me on | |
Tick tock, it don' t stop, clock keeps tickin' | |
Pour one more and wait for the liquor to kick in | |
Lookin suspicious cause you don' t know the game plan | |
To the v. i. p. you peeps the ? three span? | |
Naughty as i wanna be, so check it | |
Drama to the women i perfected to get naked | |
2 shots of the v. s. o. p. r mì y | |
Converstions as i tugs on your bikini | |
Got to get it, cause i' ve never had | |
Takes the party back to my pad, color me bad | |
Oops... i swoops up in the coupe | |
One more pussy to loop, i' m knockin the boots | |
Geah | |
Who got you humpin' | |
Eihthype' s always bumpin' | |
Always into somethin' geah | |
Westside' s got it goin' on | |
Number one desperado, packin the hollows | |
In a nice tight suit with christy to swallow | |
Who' s the role model, bitch buttnaked on the boat | |
' cross the lake, we skate with the heavy weights | |
Can you feel me? surfs all night, be rich | |
500 super sport, lowlow' s hittin' the switch | |
Gots long dough, fo' sho', cops paid by the month | |
Weekly in the club, gots ho' s to hunt | |
Gets mine, nose to the grind, makes cheese | |
Ain' t never seen three niggas like these | |
Still gots the connects, pulls china white from muggs | |
Rolex, more sex by the compton thugs | |
Senoritas and peso' s for the amigos | |
Wherever the wind blows, you' re sure to see those | |
Heavyweight hustlers that got the green | |
Chronic, snaps and bitches, the american dream | |
Geah | |
Chorus... | |
Makes me wanna throw my hands up and holler | |
It all seems like a dream | |
How we gettin the cream and still in impalas, c' mon | |
If you gots the time, then i gots the time | |
Best not be that bitch dropped dime | |
Stops my money flow, where' s my money, hoe? | |
Out the door, watch the pimp with the gangsta limp | |
Limo rides, westside, i keep it crackin | |
Thousand dollar suits while the gators keep snappin | |
Bird flies in, top dollar bitches to stab | |
Sets up nice on boom bam ab | |
Makes me laugh sometimes... haha | |
Fine bitches and money makes me do the cha cha | |
Oohlahlah, ' cross the board money to spend | |
Open the door, bitch, get in | |
Chorus... | |
My nigga muggs one time, c' mon | |
Geah | |
Ya know how we do, ya know how we do | |
Come on, get down like you live, get down like you live | |
Geah |