| Song | Endoness |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Album | Death Threatz |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Reed, Tyler | |
| Geah, uh | |
| In the mutha****in' house | |
| Back for the 9 to the 6, geah, uh | |
| Ain't nuthin' but the eihthype thugs nigga | |
| Geah | |
| (stick 'em) | |
| Compton in this bitch | |
| Check it out, geah | |
| I'm giving you that funky funky ass shit | |
| That you gots to **** with, uh | |
| So stand back cause i don't want my funk to rub off | |
| On your silly billy ass, yeah you too soft, uh | |
| I'm giving that brain a little tickle | |
| You better than a bitch licking on your pop sicle | |
| Uh fool, you know i'm too cold | |
| I'll leave that ass hanging | |
| Dangling like a bitch on hold (stick 'em) | |
| Gets off my thing | |
| You cling like static | |
| I spits like a ****ing automatic (brrr) | |
| Classy bitches, i'm in 'em, uh | |
| I'm deadly like poison, ****ing snakes venom | |
| Your parents say don't do me (uh uh) | |
| But i'm the bomb so they run right to me (run run run) | |
| As you inhale everything seems right | |
| Ready to take you on that late night hype (get em) | |
| The endoness | |
| Westside | |
| Geah, c'mon uh | |
| The endoness, uh (stick em) | |
| Damn, must be the shit | |
| Hitting at last as you burn them finger tips (damn) | |
| Must be the chronic | |
| Invincible like steve austin... ddddddddddd... bionic | |
| I touch the brains of many | |
| The more you want the more you get (geah), no shit | |
| You'll find all kinds but none like this | |
| You need this | |
| The shit - that seedless | |
| A brand new trip | |
| Exciting as your cells do back flips (c'mon uh) | |
| I might just **** up your sinus | |
| And put that ass to sleep like linus | |
| So hit me, hit me again, hit me three times | |
| That ass is mine, geah | |
| I'ma take you through | |
| Virtue - reality, it won't hurt you | |
| The endoness | |
| Aaah, come on, uh geah | |
| Eihthype in the house, nigga | |
| Eihthype in the house, get 'em | |
| Uh, eihthype in the house, nigga | |
| We funky, we funky, geah, stick 'em | |
| Compton, nigga c'mon | |
| Watch out now don't hit it too long | |
| Just save a little for your friends and get some more | |
| If they got ends (what up erb) | |
| Get it from the hub and take no chances | |
| Smoked out no doubt your brain enhances | |
| Put your brain on drugs (that's right) | |
| Hypnotised by the eihthype thugs | |
| Want beach blonde mutha****as in nappy-head dreads | |
| No stress take the boo-yaa bomb instead | |
| And i'm the only one that got it | |
| You ****ing with that bullshit baby, we gon' spot it | |
| Out of your lungs comes blow up (oh yeah) | |
| You shouldn't've ****ed on that weed now you throw up | |
| Paranoid and you twitching | |
| Heat waves, wake up nigga start switching | |
| Because we just can't **** with that stress | |
| We take you on that late nite hype to the endoness | |
| Aaahh, geah | |
| Eihthype in the house, nigga | |
| Eihthype in the house, nigga | |
| Geah | |
| Eihthype in the house nigga geah | |
| West side, we funky | |
| Eastside, we funky | |
| Or whatever side you from nigga | |
| We funky now | |
| We funky... | |
| Uh, eihthype in this bitch | |
| Compton in this bitch | |
| We funky now | |
| Geah |
| zuo ci : Reed, Tyler | |
| Geah, uh | |
| In the mutha in' house | |
| Back for the 9 to the 6, geah, uh | |
| Ain' t nuthin' but the eihthype thugs nigga | |
| Geah | |
| stick ' em | |
| Compton in this bitch | |
| Check it out, geah | |
| I' m giving you that funky funky ass shit | |
| That you gots to with, uh | |
| So stand back cause i don' t want my funk to rub off | |
| On your silly billy ass, yeah you too soft, uh | |
| I' m giving that brain a little tickle | |
| You better than a bitch licking on your pop sicle | |
| Uh fool, you know i' m too cold | |
| I' ll leave that ass hanging | |
| Dangling like a bitch on hold stick ' em | |
| Gets off my thing | |
| You cling like static | |
| I spits like a ing automatic brrr | |
| Classy bitches, i' m in ' em, uh | |
| I' m deadly like poison, ing snakes venom | |
| Your parents say don' t do me uh uh | |
| But i' m the bomb so they run right to me run run run | |
| As you inhale everything seems right | |
| Ready to take you on that late night hype get em | |
| The endoness | |
| Westside | |
| Geah, c' mon uh | |
| The endoness, uh stick em | |
| Damn, must be the shit | |
| Hitting at last as you burn them finger tips damn | |
| Must be the chronic | |
| Invincible like steve austin... ddddddddddd... bionic | |
| I touch the brains of many | |
| The more you want the more you get geah, no shit | |
| You' ll find all kinds but none like this | |
| You need this | |
| The shit that seedless | |
| A brand new trip | |
| Exciting as your cells do back flips c' mon uh | |
| I might just up your sinus | |
| And put that ass to sleep like linus | |
| So hit me, hit me again, hit me three times | |
| That ass is mine, geah | |
| I' ma take you through | |
| Virtue reality, it won' t hurt you | |
| The endoness | |
| Aaah, come on, uh geah | |
| Eihthype in the house, nigga | |
| Eihthype in the house, get ' em | |
| Uh, eihthype in the house, nigga | |
| We funky, we funky, geah, stick ' em | |
| Compton, nigga c' mon | |
| Watch out now don' t hit it too long | |
| Just save a little for your friends and get some more | |
| If they got ends what up erb | |
| Get it from the hub and take no chances | |
| Smoked out no doubt your brain enhances | |
| Put your brain on drugs that' s right | |
| Hypnotised by the eihthype thugs | |
| Want beach blonde mutha as in nappyhead dreads | |
| No stress take the booyaa bomb instead | |
| And i' m the only one that got it | |
| You ing with that bullshit baby, we gon' spot it | |
| Out of your lungs comes blow up oh yeah | |
| You shouldn' t' ve ed on that weed now you throw up | |
| Paranoid and you twitching | |
| Heat waves, wake up nigga start switching | |
| Because we just can' t with that stress | |
| We take you on that late nite hype to the endoness | |
| Aaahh, geah | |
| Eihthype in the house, nigga | |
| Eihthype in the house, nigga | |
| Geah | |
| Eihthype in the house nigga geah | |
| West side, we funky | |
| Eastside, we funky | |
| Or whatever side you from nigga | |
| We funky now | |
| We funky... | |
| Uh, eihthype in this bitch | |
| Compton in this bitch | |
| We funky now | |
| Geah |
| zuò cí : Reed, Tyler | |
| Geah, uh | |
| In the mutha in' house | |
| Back for the 9 to the 6, geah, uh | |
| Ain' t nuthin' but the eihthype thugs nigga | |
| Geah | |
| stick ' em | |
| Compton in this bitch | |
| Check it out, geah | |
| I' m giving you that funky funky ass shit | |
| That you gots to with, uh | |
| So stand back cause i don' t want my funk to rub off | |
| On your silly billy ass, yeah you too soft, uh | |
| I' m giving that brain a little tickle | |
| You better than a bitch licking on your pop sicle | |
| Uh fool, you know i' m too cold | |
| I' ll leave that ass hanging | |
| Dangling like a bitch on hold stick ' em | |
| Gets off my thing | |
| You cling like static | |
| I spits like a ing automatic brrr | |
| Classy bitches, i' m in ' em, uh | |
| I' m deadly like poison, ing snakes venom | |
| Your parents say don' t do me uh uh | |
| But i' m the bomb so they run right to me run run run | |
| As you inhale everything seems right | |
| Ready to take you on that late night hype get em | |
| The endoness | |
| Westside | |
| Geah, c' mon uh | |
| The endoness, uh stick em | |
| Damn, must be the shit | |
| Hitting at last as you burn them finger tips damn | |
| Must be the chronic | |
| Invincible like steve austin... ddddddddddd... bionic | |
| I touch the brains of many | |
| The more you want the more you get geah, no shit | |
| You' ll find all kinds but none like this | |
| You need this | |
| The shit that seedless | |
| A brand new trip | |
| Exciting as your cells do back flips c' mon uh | |
| I might just up your sinus | |
| And put that ass to sleep like linus | |
| So hit me, hit me again, hit me three times | |
| That ass is mine, geah | |
| I' ma take you through | |
| Virtue reality, it won' t hurt you | |
| The endoness | |
| Aaah, come on, uh geah | |
| Eihthype in the house, nigga | |
| Eihthype in the house, get ' em | |
| Uh, eihthype in the house, nigga | |
| We funky, we funky, geah, stick ' em | |
| Compton, nigga c' mon | |
| Watch out now don' t hit it too long | |
| Just save a little for your friends and get some more | |
| If they got ends what up erb | |
| Get it from the hub and take no chances | |
| Smoked out no doubt your brain enhances | |
| Put your brain on drugs that' s right | |
| Hypnotised by the eihthype thugs | |
| Want beach blonde mutha as in nappyhead dreads | |
| No stress take the booyaa bomb instead | |
| And i' m the only one that got it | |
| You ing with that bullshit baby, we gon' spot it | |
| Out of your lungs comes blow up oh yeah | |
| You shouldn' t' ve ed on that weed now you throw up | |
| Paranoid and you twitching | |
| Heat waves, wake up nigga start switching | |
| Because we just can' t with that stress | |
| We take you on that late nite hype to the endoness | |
| Aaahh, geah | |
| Eihthype in the house, nigga | |
| Eihthype in the house, nigga | |
| Geah | |
| Eihthype in the house nigga geah | |
| West side, we funky | |
| Eastside, we funky | |
| Or whatever side you from nigga | |
| We funky now | |
| We funky... | |
| Uh, eihthype in this bitch | |
| Compton in this bitch | |
| We funky now | |
| Geah |