Fuc Your Hood Lyrics
| Song | Fuc Your Hood |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Album | Death Threatz |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Allen, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| Mc eiht and chill up in this bitch | |
| The eihthype thugs up in this bitch, geah | |
| Compton in this bitch | |
| And we running this shit like last year my friend, geah | |
| The killers, check it out | |
| I gives a **** where you from | |
| Could give a mad **** about your hood sign | |
| Keep hittin' me up and you'll get tore up from the floor up (ping) | |
| You fake niggas need to peep | |
| You gone get hit talking that shit gone get yo' lip split | |
| I reach under my seat for the heat | |
| I bust a u-turn and see your ass dash 'cross the ****in street | |
| I see you a busta so i start to clown (right) | |
| Cause if you was a g you would have stood yo' ground uh | |
| But geah it's kinda difficult to stand | |
| Your ground when them killers got a strap in his hand | |
| Point it at yo' dome cause you got that wrong color on | |
| You better be hitting that gate real fast or be a shot up ass | |
| But i'ma still hit your block with it cocked | |
| I give a **** about nuthin, a 159 niggas dumpin (geah) | |
| So don't look dumb | |
| And don't act dumb when we come nigga, **** where you from uh (geah) | |
| Ain't nuthin' but the killers on this side (that's right) | |
| Ain't nuthin' but the killers on that side (that's right) | |
| Ain't nuthin' but the killers in the front, killers in the back | |
| Strapped with macs | |
| On a mission down compton boulevard (geah) | |
| Some niggas rolling up slow looking too hard (they some bustas) | |
| They some bustas (that's right) | |
| And geah not to mention | |
| My hood is on my hat if them fools payed attention (west side) | |
| Hand on my 9 cause i go for broke (geah uh) | |
| Peep out the corner of my eye through the endo smoke | |
| But what do you know it's another gang story | |
| Some fools done slipped and entered the wrong territory | |
| I told fools about hitting me up with they signs | |
| I guess i gotta hit they ass up with the ****in 9 | |
| Pump 2 slugs in the side of their door | |
| And they probably tryin' to figure what i'm dumpin for (geah) | |
| You don't remember me? well i remember you! | |
| When and your crew tried to roll through the ****in loop | |
| Now take 2 to your dome | |
| And don't look dumb when we come nigga **** where you from uh | |
| Chorus... | |
| Desert eagle in the stash and we swervin' | |
| Me, bam, chill, little hawkin bird, da foe in the suburban (west side) | |
| Six deep to the party | |
| Putting out hits on niggas like mr. gotti (geah) | |
| Leave the straps in the truck cause they'll goin pat down | |
| We steps in with evil looks, you better scatter clown (geah what up) | |
| Ain't nuthin but 159 to the 4 | |
| Punk mother****ers what is you starin' for? (geah) | |
| I guess it's time to start thumpin' | |
| Open up to the truck | |
| Come back with the mac and baby start dumpin' | |
| You gone catch some slugs and watch this | |
| Scenes look like some | |
| Niggas in the mist | |
| But i guess we got to of y'all | |
| For all y'all, the funeral call | |
| I don't give a damn where you from nigga, geah |
| zuo ci : Allen, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| Mc eiht and chill up in this bitch | |
| The eihthype thugs up in this bitch, geah | |
| Compton in this bitch | |
| And we running this shit like last year my friend, geah | |
| The killers, check it out | |
| I gives a where you from | |
| Could give a mad about your hood sign | |
| Keep hittin' me up and you' ll get tore up from the floor up ping | |
| You fake niggas need to peep | |
| You gone get hit talking that shit gone get yo' lip split | |
| I reach under my seat for the heat | |
| I bust a uturn and see your ass dash ' cross the in street | |
| I see you a busta so i start to clown right | |
| Cause if you was a g you would have stood yo' ground uh | |
| But geah it' s kinda difficult to stand | |
| Your ground when them killers got a strap in his hand | |
| Point it at yo' dome cause you got that wrong color on | |
| You better be hitting that gate real fast or be a shot up ass | |
| But i' ma still hit your block with it cocked | |
| I give a about nuthin, a 159 niggas dumpin geah | |
| So don' t look dumb | |
| And don' t act dumb when we come nigga, where you from uh geah | |
| Ain' t nuthin' but the killers on this side that' s right | |
| Ain' t nuthin' but the killers on that side that' s right | |
| Ain' t nuthin' but the killers in the front, killers in the back | |
| Strapped with macs | |
| On a mission down compton boulevard geah | |
| Some niggas rolling up slow looking too hard they some bustas | |
| They some bustas that' s right | |
| And geah not to mention | |
| My hood is on my hat if them fools payed attention west side | |
| Hand on my 9 cause i go for broke geah uh | |
| Peep out the corner of my eye through the endo smoke | |
| But what do you know it' s another gang story | |
| Some fools done slipped and entered the wrong territory | |
| I told fools about hitting me up with they signs | |
| I guess i gotta hit they ass up with the in 9 | |
| Pump 2 slugs in the side of their door | |
| And they probably tryin' to figure what i' m dumpin for geah | |
| You don' t remember me? well i remember you! | |
| When and your crew tried to roll through the in loop | |
| Now take 2 to your dome | |
| And don' t look dumb when we come nigga where you from uh | |
| Chorus... | |
| Desert eagle in the stash and we swervin' | |
| Me, bam, chill, little hawkin bird, da foe in the suburban west side | |
| Six deep to the party | |
| Putting out hits on niggas like mr. gotti geah | |
| Leave the straps in the truck cause they' ll goin pat down | |
| We steps in with evil looks, you better scatter clown geah what up | |
| Ain' t nuthin but 159 to the 4 | |
| Punk mother ers what is you starin' for? geah | |
| I guess it' s time to start thumpin' | |
| Open up to the truck | |
| Come back with the mac and baby start dumpin' | |
| You gone catch some slugs and watch this | |
| Scenes look like some | |
| Niggas in the mist | |
| But i guess we got to of y' all | |
| For all y' all, the funeral call | |
| I don' t give a damn where you from nigga, geah |
| zuò cí : Allen, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| Mc eiht and chill up in this bitch | |
| The eihthype thugs up in this bitch, geah | |
| Compton in this bitch | |
| And we running this shit like last year my friend, geah | |
| The killers, check it out | |
| I gives a where you from | |
| Could give a mad about your hood sign | |
| Keep hittin' me up and you' ll get tore up from the floor up ping | |
| You fake niggas need to peep | |
| You gone get hit talking that shit gone get yo' lip split | |
| I reach under my seat for the heat | |
| I bust a uturn and see your ass dash ' cross the in street | |
| I see you a busta so i start to clown right | |
| Cause if you was a g you would have stood yo' ground uh | |
| But geah it' s kinda difficult to stand | |
| Your ground when them killers got a strap in his hand | |
| Point it at yo' dome cause you got that wrong color on | |
| You better be hitting that gate real fast or be a shot up ass | |
| But i' ma still hit your block with it cocked | |
| I give a about nuthin, a 159 niggas dumpin geah | |
| So don' t look dumb | |
| And don' t act dumb when we come nigga, where you from uh geah | |
| Ain' t nuthin' but the killers on this side that' s right | |
| Ain' t nuthin' but the killers on that side that' s right | |
| Ain' t nuthin' but the killers in the front, killers in the back | |
| Strapped with macs | |
| On a mission down compton boulevard geah | |
| Some niggas rolling up slow looking too hard they some bustas | |
| They some bustas that' s right | |
| And geah not to mention | |
| My hood is on my hat if them fools payed attention west side | |
| Hand on my 9 cause i go for broke geah uh | |
| Peep out the corner of my eye through the endo smoke | |
| But what do you know it' s another gang story | |
| Some fools done slipped and entered the wrong territory | |
| I told fools about hitting me up with they signs | |
| I guess i gotta hit they ass up with the in 9 | |
| Pump 2 slugs in the side of their door | |
| And they probably tryin' to figure what i' m dumpin for geah | |
| You don' t remember me? well i remember you! | |
| When and your crew tried to roll through the in loop | |
| Now take 2 to your dome | |
| And don' t look dumb when we come nigga where you from uh | |
| Chorus... | |
| Desert eagle in the stash and we swervin' | |
| Me, bam, chill, little hawkin bird, da foe in the suburban west side | |
| Six deep to the party | |
| Putting out hits on niggas like mr. gotti geah | |
| Leave the straps in the truck cause they' ll goin pat down | |
| We steps in with evil looks, you better scatter clown geah what up | |
| Ain' t nuthin but 159 to the 4 | |
| Punk mother ers what is you starin' for? geah | |
| I guess it' s time to start thumpin' | |
| Open up to the truck | |
| Come back with the mac and baby start dumpin' | |
| You gone catch some slugs and watch this | |
| Scenes look like some | |
| Niggas in the mist | |
| But i guess we got to of y' all | |
| For all y' all, the funeral call | |
| I don' t give a damn where you from nigga, geah |
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