Song | III Tha Hood Way |
Artist | MC Eiht |
Album | Section 8 (Explicit) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
When i hear the words:murda murda, i concern a | |
Slug in your burden brain | |
Niggas heard of me | |
From here to eternity | |
Fuck hell cause i can feel the earth burn in me | |
Now we can meet, we can greet, we can see, we can eat | |
We can hold court in the street | |
Whatcha wanna do? | |
I just ate, it's a quarter to 8 | |
I'm in section 8 with mc eiht and a 38 (yeah) | |
And i'm ready to ride for this shit | |
Muthafucka done invested his life in this shit | |
And we ain't losin' rather take a penitentiary chance | |
And ?? your house like some blue and red ends | |
Make you dance like holyfield | |
And we'll rob you like lennox lewis | |
And you can't do nuthin' to us (nuthin') | |
Spent my life with the west rollies | |
A few of 'em still gangbangin in they 40's, what | |
Violatin parolies | |
[ice cube, mack 10 & eiht] | |
Ye-ye-ye-e | |
Gangstas make the world go round | |
And stayin' down in the y-2-k | |
That's what they say | |
It's hoo-bang muthafucka and we don't play | |
Eiht, cube and mack: iii tha hood way, geah | |
I said... | |
[mack 10] | |
Mack 10 is the lick, west side is the click (yeah) | |
I can't get enough of this gangsta shit | |
So i drag my 5-7 down the shores and the skate | |
???? play some vibrate for humpin' section 8 | |
I stay g'd up and down, it's the bumper when it's late | |
With my hair bitch-braid sportin' murder one shades | |
It's the heat bringer, king inglewood swinger | |
And fuck every nigga that ain't a hoo-banger (hoo-banger!) | |
No color lines make dimes, it's color blind | |
And i ain't trippin' cause your rag ain't bright as mine | |
Let's rock t-birds up, sew up the place | |
Get on the paper chase and let us smoke our free base | |
I'm a straight go-getter, grinded till i'm rich | |
I stay down and dirty and screamin' fuck a bitch (fuck you bitch!) | |
Me, eiht and don mega off the hook together | |
It's iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever, what | |
Chorus... | |
[eiht] | |
Three niggas, three time felons with three strikes (yeah) | |
Three times equal 9's, khakis and knives | |
Roll on swings as i bumps the flashlight | |
Nice off i flip to the hard, my shit's tight | |
Small nigga in the backseat with loc's | |
Tryin' to come up on cash cause we downer at last | |
Gun smoke, my tramp 8's start to spittin' | |
Put the hood i scream loud, give a fuck who i'm hittin' | |
West side compton, hoo-bang' fo' sho' | |
Put they work for my g's, six feet below | |
The murda show, muthafuckas ride with me | |
There's one life to live so i cops the key | |
Once upon a time in the projects with heat | |
Slangin' my shit: you don't work, you don't eat | |
You can take this boy out tha hood | |
But you can't take the hood out a nigga | |
Hand stays on the trigga, geah | |
Chorus... | |
[cube & eiht] | |
Iii tha hood way ye-yey (fo' sho') | |
Iii tha hood way ye-yey (for the 9-9 fool) | |
Iii tha hood way ye-yey (you know how tha fuck we do it) | |
Iii tha hood way ye-yey (hoo-bangin' fo' life!) | |
Yeah (geah) | |
Geah | |
The compton shit | |
Mc eiht (tha criminal shit) | |
For your ass | |
Ice cube (dumpin' out the trey) | |
Dumpin' out the rag seven | |
Mack 10 (givin' yo' ass just what you need) | |
That thug shit | |
West side hoo-bangin' gangstas | |
Compton fo' life | |
Geah | |
Babeeee... |
When i hear the words: murda murda, i concern a | |
Slug in your burden brain | |
Niggas heard of me | |
From here to eternity | |
Fuck hell cause i can feel the earth burn in me | |
Now we can meet, we can greet, we can see, we can eat | |
We can hold court in the street | |
Whatcha wanna do? | |
I just ate, it' s a quarter to 8 | |
I' m in section 8 with mc eiht and a 38 yeah | |
And i' m ready to ride for this shit | |
Muthafucka done invested his life in this shit | |
And we ain' t losin' rather take a penitentiary chance | |
And ?? your house like some blue and red ends | |
Make you dance like holyfield | |
And we' ll rob you like lennox lewis | |
And you can' t do nuthin' to us nuthin' | |
Spent my life with the west rollies | |
A few of ' em still gangbangin in they 40' s, what | |
Violatin parolies | |
ice cube, mack 10 eiht | |
Yeyeyee | |
Gangstas make the world go round | |
And stayin' down in the y2k | |
That' s what they say | |
It' s hoobang muthafucka and we don' t play | |
Eiht, cube and mack: iii tha hood way, geah | |
I said... | |
mack 10 | |
Mack 10 is the lick, west side is the click yeah | |
I can' t get enough of this gangsta shit | |
So i drag my 57 down the shores and the skate | |
???? play some vibrate for humpin' section 8 | |
I stay g' d up and down, it' s the bumper when it' s late | |
With my hair bitchbraid sportin' murder one shades | |
It' s the heat bringer, king inglewood swinger | |
And fuck every nigga that ain' t a hoobanger hoobanger! | |
No color lines make dimes, it' s color blind | |
And i ain' t trippin' cause your rag ain' t bright as mine | |
Let' s rock tbirds up, sew up the place | |
Get on the paper chase and let us smoke our free base | |
I' m a straight gogetter, grinded till i' m rich | |
I stay down and dirty and screamin' fuck a bitch fuck you bitch! | |
Me, eiht and don mega off the hook together | |
It' s iii tha hood way and hoobang forever, what | |
Chorus... | |
eiht | |
Three niggas, three time felons with three strikes yeah | |
Three times equal 9' s, khakis and knives | |
Roll on swings as i bumps the flashlight | |
Nice off i flip to the hard, my shit' s tight | |
Small nigga in the backseat with loc' s | |
Tryin' to come up on cash cause we downer at last | |
Gun smoke, my tramp 8' s start to spittin' | |
Put the hood i scream loud, give a fuck who i' m hittin' | |
West side compton, hoobang' fo' sho' | |
Put they work for my g' s, six feet below | |
The murda show, muthafuckas ride with me | |
There' s one life to live so i cops the key | |
Once upon a time in the projects with heat | |
Slangin' my shit: you don' t work, you don' t eat | |
You can take this boy out tha hood | |
But you can' t take the hood out a nigga | |
Hand stays on the trigga, geah | |
Chorus... | |
cube eiht | |
Iii tha hood way yeyey fo' sho' | |
Iii tha hood way yeyey for the 99 fool | |
Iii tha hood way yeyey you know how tha fuck we do it | |
Iii tha hood way yeyey hoobangin' fo' life! | |
Yeah geah | |
Geah | |
The compton shit | |
Mc eiht tha criminal shit | |
For your ass | |
Ice cube dumpin' out the trey | |
Dumpin' out the rag seven | |
Mack 10 givin' yo' ass just what you need | |
That thug shit | |
West side hoobangin' gangstas | |
Compton fo' life | |
Geah | |
Babeeee... |
When i hear the words: murda murda, i concern a | |
Slug in your burden brain | |
Niggas heard of me | |
From here to eternity | |
Fuck hell cause i can feel the earth burn in me | |
Now we can meet, we can greet, we can see, we can eat | |
We can hold court in the street | |
Whatcha wanna do? | |
I just ate, it' s a quarter to 8 | |
I' m in section 8 with mc eiht and a 38 yeah | |
And i' m ready to ride for this shit | |
Muthafucka done invested his life in this shit | |
And we ain' t losin' rather take a penitentiary chance | |
And ?? your house like some blue and red ends | |
Make you dance like holyfield | |
And we' ll rob you like lennox lewis | |
And you can' t do nuthin' to us nuthin' | |
Spent my life with the west rollies | |
A few of ' em still gangbangin in they 40' s, what | |
Violatin parolies | |
ice cube, mack 10 eiht | |
Yeyeyee | |
Gangstas make the world go round | |
And stayin' down in the y2k | |
That' s what they say | |
It' s hoobang muthafucka and we don' t play | |
Eiht, cube and mack: iii tha hood way, geah | |
I said... | |
mack 10 | |
Mack 10 is the lick, west side is the click yeah | |
I can' t get enough of this gangsta shit | |
So i drag my 57 down the shores and the skate | |
???? play some vibrate for humpin' section 8 | |
I stay g' d up and down, it' s the bumper when it' s late | |
With my hair bitchbraid sportin' murder one shades | |
It' s the heat bringer, king inglewood swinger | |
And fuck every nigga that ain' t a hoobanger hoobanger! | |
No color lines make dimes, it' s color blind | |
And i ain' t trippin' cause your rag ain' t bright as mine | |
Let' s rock tbirds up, sew up the place | |
Get on the paper chase and let us smoke our free base | |
I' m a straight gogetter, grinded till i' m rich | |
I stay down and dirty and screamin' fuck a bitch fuck you bitch! | |
Me, eiht and don mega off the hook together | |
It' s iii tha hood way and hoobang forever, what | |
Chorus... | |
eiht | |
Three niggas, three time felons with three strikes yeah | |
Three times equal 9' s, khakis and knives | |
Roll on swings as i bumps the flashlight | |
Nice off i flip to the hard, my shit' s tight | |
Small nigga in the backseat with loc' s | |
Tryin' to come up on cash cause we downer at last | |
Gun smoke, my tramp 8' s start to spittin' | |
Put the hood i scream loud, give a fuck who i' m hittin' | |
West side compton, hoobang' fo' sho' | |
Put they work for my g' s, six feet below | |
The murda show, muthafuckas ride with me | |
There' s one life to live so i cops the key | |
Once upon a time in the projects with heat | |
Slangin' my shit: you don' t work, you don' t eat | |
You can take this boy out tha hood | |
But you can' t take the hood out a nigga | |
Hand stays on the trigga, geah | |
Chorus... | |
cube eiht | |
Iii tha hood way yeyey fo' sho' | |
Iii tha hood way yeyey for the 99 fool | |
Iii tha hood way yeyey you know how tha fuck we do it | |
Iii tha hood way yeyey hoobangin' fo' life! | |
Yeah geah | |
Geah | |
The compton shit | |
Mc eiht tha criminal shit | |
For your ass | |
Ice cube dumpin' out the trey | |
Dumpin' out the rag seven | |
Mack 10 givin' yo' ass just what you need | |
That thug shit | |
West side hoobangin' gangstas | |
Compton fo' life | |
Geah | |
Babeeee... |