| Song | Hubtouchablez |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Album | Last Man Standing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tyler | |
| Geah (hey) | |
| Hey | |
| C.m.w in the house (rock on) | |
| Hubtouchablez in the house (rock on) | |
| Geah (hey) | |
| Half ounce in the house, hey | |
| (geah, c'mon, geah) | |
| I dips around, sips around 2 o'clock | |
| The hammer's backjacked, cocked on the glock | |
| Westward bound, stay down | |
| To the fools that's gon' bow | |
| How you like us now? | |
| Steady living by the trigger | |
| I toss on nigga | |
| Nuthin' on my ass but tommy hilfiger | |
| Droppin' chronic by the pound | |
| Who's teachin' classes? | |
| Bitches blowin all day with their naked-asses | |
| Checks my spot, better yet, checks my knot | |
| Jack to jill, round the hill, i get the scrill' | |
| Better pay me | |
| I need the money, so i'm goin' crazy | |
| Can i still kill it? you bet! | |
| Words float from the tongue to get your panties wet | |
| So hop yo' ass in the back seat, let's roof | |
| And stick your big ass out the sunroof | |
| (chorus) | |
| Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
| As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
| We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets | |
| Geah, hey | |
| I puts it down 'funky enough' like the d.o.c. | |
| Maybe you can't see, blind like stevie | |
| That's sick, you blind and you just can't see | |
| You need to wear sun-glasses like d.m.c. | |
| Cruise around in s.5. classes | |
| Sippin' on d.p. in tall glasses | |
| Bullet proof vest protects the chest, cause it ain't wettin' | |
| Call me big daddy kane, ain't no half steppin' | |
| 'who's got the props? who's got the props?' | |
| The hubtouchablez is in the house, it don't stop | |
| Get moves for that ass | |
| Come smooth on that ass | |
| But the girls be shaking that ass for the cash | |
| Got 'em hangin' loosely | |
| Just introduced me | |
| Now you tryin to juice me | |
| Damn baby, i know ho's got their heat | |
| But back the fuck up and gimme 80 feet | |
| (chorus) | |
| Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
| As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
| We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets | |
| Leave your crew fucked up, don't talk no shit | |
| Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
| As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
| Leave you crew fucked up, we no regrets | |
| We them killin' muthafuckas, want much respect | |
| Hey, geah, hey, geah | |
| Half ounce in the house (rock on) | |
| Geah | |
| 'walk this way' cause it's my way to swing | |
| No playa hatin', ain't nuthin' but a compton thang | |
| Fucked up, now you lookin' silly | |
| Body kinda chilly from the chrome milly | |
| But milly couldn't imitate it no more | |
| Like p.e. yo bum rush the show! | |
| In fact, like goldie the mack | |
| "take a nation of millions to hold us back" | |
| Play a game of knick knack patty wack | |
| Toss my sack out and watch it come right back | |
| Fatten the pockets cause we got to have it on the daily | |
| Me and my nigga big bird flossin' crazy | |
| Girls to big lips, to big hips | |
| Only get down for players with big chips | |
| And we be's the biggest playas to straight macs | |
| Snaggin taggin redbones to ?????? blacks | |
| Hey, geah | |
| C.m.w. in the house, uh c'mon uh | |
| Half ounce in the house, geah c'mon | |
| Y'know i'm sayin' straight paper chasin, got to get that greenery | |
| Floss around geah, uh |
| zuo ci : Tyler | |
| Geah hey | |
| Hey | |
| C. m. w in the house rock on | |
| Hubtouchablez in the house rock on | |
| Geah hey | |
| Half ounce in the house, hey | |
| geah, c' mon, geah | |
| I dips around, sips around 2 o' clock | |
| The hammer' s backjacked, cocked on the glock | |
| Westward bound, stay down | |
| To the fools that' s gon' bow | |
| How you like us now? | |
| Steady living by the trigger | |
| I toss on nigga | |
| Nuthin' on my ass but tommy hilfiger | |
| Droppin' chronic by the pound | |
| Who' s teachin' classes? | |
| Bitches blowin all day with their nakedasses | |
| Checks my spot, better yet, checks my knot | |
| Jack to jill, round the hill, i get the scrill' | |
| Better pay me | |
| I need the money, so i' m goin' crazy | |
| Can i still kill it? you bet! | |
| Words float from the tongue to get your panties wet | |
| So hop yo' ass in the back seat, let' s roof | |
| And stick your big ass out the sunroof | |
| chorus | |
| Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
| As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
| We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets | |
| Geah, hey | |
| I puts it down ' funky enough' like the d. o. c. | |
| Maybe you can' t see, blind like stevie | |
| That' s sick, you blind and you just can' t see | |
| You need to wear sunglasses like d. m. c. | |
| Cruise around in s. 5. classes | |
| Sippin' on d. p. in tall glasses | |
| Bullet proof vest protects the chest, cause it ain' t wettin' | |
| Call me big daddy kane, ain' t no half steppin' | |
| ' who' s got the props? who' s got the props?' | |
| The hubtouchablez is in the house, it don' t stop | |
| Get moves for that ass | |
| Come smooth on that ass | |
| But the girls be shaking that ass for the cash | |
| Got ' em hangin' loosely | |
| Just introduced me | |
| Now you tryin to juice me | |
| Damn baby, i know ho' s got their heat | |
| But back the fuck up and gimme 80 feet | |
| chorus | |
| Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
| As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
| We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets | |
| Leave your crew fucked up, don' t talk no shit | |
| Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
| As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
| Leave you crew fucked up, we no regrets | |
| We them killin' muthafuckas, want much respect | |
| Hey, geah, hey, geah | |
| Half ounce in the house rock on | |
| Geah | |
| ' walk this way' cause it' s my way to swing | |
| No playa hatin', ain' t nuthin' but a compton thang | |
| Fucked up, now you lookin' silly | |
| Body kinda chilly from the chrome milly | |
| But milly couldn' t imitate it no more | |
| Like p. e. yo bum rush the show! | |
| In fact, like goldie the mack | |
| " take a nation of millions to hold us back" | |
| Play a game of knick knack patty wack | |
| Toss my sack out and watch it come right back | |
| Fatten the pockets cause we got to have it on the daily | |
| Me and my nigga big bird flossin' crazy | |
| Girls to big lips, to big hips | |
| Only get down for players with big chips | |
| And we be' s the biggest playas to straight macs | |
| Snaggin taggin redbones to ?????? blacks | |
| Hey, geah | |
| C. m. w. in the house, uh c' mon uh | |
| Half ounce in the house, geah c' mon | |
| Y' know i' m sayin' straight paper chasin, got to get that greenery | |
| Floss around geah, uh |
| zuò cí : Tyler | |
| Geah hey | |
| Hey | |
| C. m. w in the house rock on | |
| Hubtouchablez in the house rock on | |
| Geah hey | |
| Half ounce in the house, hey | |
| geah, c' mon, geah | |
| I dips around, sips around 2 o' clock | |
| The hammer' s backjacked, cocked on the glock | |
| Westward bound, stay down | |
| To the fools that' s gon' bow | |
| How you like us now? | |
| Steady living by the trigger | |
| I toss on nigga | |
| Nuthin' on my ass but tommy hilfiger | |
| Droppin' chronic by the pound | |
| Who' s teachin' classes? | |
| Bitches blowin all day with their nakedasses | |
| Checks my spot, better yet, checks my knot | |
| Jack to jill, round the hill, i get the scrill' | |
| Better pay me | |
| I need the money, so i' m goin' crazy | |
| Can i still kill it? you bet! | |
| Words float from the tongue to get your panties wet | |
| So hop yo' ass in the back seat, let' s roof | |
| And stick your big ass out the sunroof | |
| chorus | |
| Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
| As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
| We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets | |
| Geah, hey | |
| I puts it down ' funky enough' like the d. o. c. | |
| Maybe you can' t see, blind like stevie | |
| That' s sick, you blind and you just can' t see | |
| You need to wear sunglasses like d. m. c. | |
| Cruise around in s. 5. classes | |
| Sippin' on d. p. in tall glasses | |
| Bullet proof vest protects the chest, cause it ain' t wettin' | |
| Call me big daddy kane, ain' t no half steppin' | |
| ' who' s got the props? who' s got the props?' | |
| The hubtouchablez is in the house, it don' t stop | |
| Get moves for that ass | |
| Come smooth on that ass | |
| But the girls be shaking that ass for the cash | |
| Got ' em hangin' loosely | |
| Just introduced me | |
| Now you tryin to juice me | |
| Damn baby, i know ho' s got their heat | |
| But back the fuck up and gimme 80 feet | |
| chorus | |
| Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
| As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
| We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets | |
| Leave your crew fucked up, don' t talk no shit | |
| Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
| As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
| Leave you crew fucked up, we no regrets | |
| We them killin' muthafuckas, want much respect | |
| Hey, geah, hey, geah | |
| Half ounce in the house rock on | |
| Geah | |
| ' walk this way' cause it' s my way to swing | |
| No playa hatin', ain' t nuthin' but a compton thang | |
| Fucked up, now you lookin' silly | |
| Body kinda chilly from the chrome milly | |
| But milly couldn' t imitate it no more | |
| Like p. e. yo bum rush the show! | |
| In fact, like goldie the mack | |
| " take a nation of millions to hold us back" | |
| Play a game of knick knack patty wack | |
| Toss my sack out and watch it come right back | |
| Fatten the pockets cause we got to have it on the daily | |
| Me and my nigga big bird flossin' crazy | |
| Girls to big lips, to big hips | |
| Only get down for players with big chips | |
| And we be' s the biggest playas to straight macs | |
| Snaggin taggin redbones to ?????? blacks | |
| Hey, geah | |
| C. m. w. in the house, uh c' mon uh | |
| Half ounce in the house, geah c' mon | |
| Y' know i' m sayin' straight paper chasin, got to get that greenery | |
| Floss around geah, uh |