作词 : T. Allen/A. Tyler
 作曲 : T. Allen/A. Tyler
Late Night Hype Part 2-MC Eiht/CMW
Written by ：MC Eiht
Geah
Compton
Geah
Where we from
All day
The Weeest Side
All day
The West Side
All the time
The West Side
All day
The West Side
Ni**a
We from the West Side
All the time
I gots to get mine so I'mma 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 ni**a like myself got to get me some green
I heard a ni**a 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 about that
Just grab this muthaf**kin'gat and stick it behind your back
Where the f**k was we going I wondered didn't give a damn
Because the hood took me under
Stick the gat behind my back with an extra clip
My ni**a 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**k 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 muthaf**kin trippin'
I'm ready to hit your mutherf**kin'block
With it cocked catch you slippin'we in the bucket jettin'
Must be nearin'the spot because I'm sweatin'ah damn
My ni**a 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**kin'night
I guess this is where the plot thickens
Niggas fix niggas pluck and f**k like some damn chickens
Fools just best stay hid
Ain't no shame
On the corner like Caine we might be poppin'off some damn kids
Jump out with the strap
Niggas caught off guard
Slipping hard
Running for the damn backyard run run run
Somebody got two keys behind a damn door
I look at my ni**a and say what we waiting for
He said I'm waiting on you
I said no sh*t
Then step aside
And watch this muthaf**kin'9spit
Ready to leave dead bodies on the curb
I'm gon'be sitting on fat when I get them birds
Not thinking nobody can do me
Through the back door I know it's looking like a f**kin'movie geah
Big boss man behind the chair and he's scared as f**k
Pop in clip number two and I commence to bust pop pop pop
Not giving a damn
Mentality's do or die
Hollow points hit the chair as the feather fly
I hear him scream out loud homey you dirty
I tell him shut the f**k 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'
Niggas get in my way and I'm tossin'
Not from Shaolin but I'm down with the Cream
They sayin'shame on a ni**a know what I mean
Geah but I'm just that type
The niggas gon'pop you on the late nite hype
West Side
Geah
Where we from
The West Side
Where we from
The West Side
Geah
C'mon
The West Side
C'mon y'all
1-5-9all the time
C'mon y'all
Compton in this b**ch
Eihthype
Ya know
Just like last year I said my friend
Geah
B**ches sing
Come on
Geah