Tha Hood Is Mine Lyrics
| Song | Tha Hood Is Mine |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Album | N' My Neighborhood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cross, Moore, Rollison, Tyler ... | |
| (feat. Mack 10, Techniec) | |
| [Techniec] | |
| I been dyin to ride | |
| Been dyin to shine | |
| Dyin to rob | |
| Been dyin to rep this side | |
| Dyin to serve | |
| Dyin for cheese | |
| To raise up out the hood | |
| I been dyin to lead | |
| Just keep all yellin my name | |
| I been dyin to trip | |
| Dyin for a grip | |
| Dyin for that brand new whip, dyin for it all | |
| Nigga been, dyin to ball | |
| Throw it all | |
| Tech been, brakin his neck | |
| I step in, wavin the tek | |
| For that check, I'ma lane inject | |
| The game is mine | |
| You niggas just ain't knowin it yet | |
| Several attempts I been, tryin to try | |
| Lil niggas, causin havoc in the hood | |
| Like they dyin to dye | |
| Dyin to get fly, dyin to get high | |
| Dyin to win | |
| Dyin to go to the bin, get suaved, get out, then added again | |
| That's why we ride, and that's a fact | |
| Can't spell the west without the E S | |
| Say your grace to that | |
| [Chorus: Mack 10] | |
| The hood is mine | |
| Homey get back | |
| The hood is mine | |
| Chips I stack | |
| The hood is mine | |
| Homey get back | |
| The hood is mine, the hood is mine | |
| [MC Eiht] | |
| Do ya know I don't regulate your spot for cheese | |
| Ya know these real old chiefs got glocks to squeeze | |
| You know the outcome, flips off the horn | |
| Caught times, flip da script, get ya back on | |
| Know the real deal, undercover spots to chill | |
| Know the enemy creep, best pack the steel | |
| I ain't knowin what a trick for doe | |
| If I knew, what I know now, would've caught the 4-4 | |
| Know your game plan slow, fuck the rest for sure | |
| Know the west number 1 tell your bitch to float | |
| Ya know these rag wearin pants sagin niggas with drugs | |
| Know ya upper class, bitches love a thug | |
| Know ya days is done, know ya no homey to blaze one | |
| Know when the pistols raise, know how fast you run | |
| Know your talk is cheap, know I'm in too deep | |
| Know if you test the west then your put to sleep | |
| [Chorus + variation x2: add following lines to end] | |
| Killa killa, homey yeah you know wuz up | |
| Sucka sucka, regulate, get your bucks | |
| [MC Eiht] | |
| Ya know how we cruise up and blow leaf | |
| Hoodbangers runnin your spot so no beef | |
| Ya know I loves the town where the homeboys hustle to make cheese | |
| And the girls get down | |
| Know the gang bang sound when we droppin the spot | |
| Know outta towners is easy to spot hoes runnin to pop | |
| You know them niggas cause they down for the cards | |
| We steppin to the room with girls off walls | |
| [Techniec] | |
| Ya know this melitin mack | |
| Heat cocked still in your back | |
| Till we get to the back, walk casual | |
| I want west in to stay plus calateral that'll do | |
| We regulate states, tech and eiht, aye the weight | |
| Waitin for techniec to drop, aye check the date | |
| Tell these enemies of mine the time, better check, your late | |
| Interfere with mine, make him a believer | |
| Throw a bullet and make him a receiver and a LBC'er | |
| [Chorus: w/ earlier variation] |
| zuo ci : Cross, Moore, Rollison, Tyler ... | |
| feat. Mack 10, Techniec | |
| Techniec | |
| I been dyin to ride | |
| Been dyin to shine | |
| Dyin to rob | |
| Been dyin to rep this side | |
| Dyin to serve | |
| Dyin for cheese | |
| To raise up out the hood | |
| I been dyin to lead | |
| Just keep all yellin my name | |
| I been dyin to trip | |
| Dyin for a grip | |
| Dyin for that brand new whip, dyin for it all | |
| Nigga been, dyin to ball | |
| Throw it all | |
| Tech been, brakin his neck | |
| I step in, wavin the tek | |
| For that check, I' ma lane inject | |
| The game is mine | |
| You niggas just ain' t knowin it yet | |
| Several attempts I been, tryin to try | |
| Lil niggas, causin havoc in the hood | |
| Like they dyin to dye | |
| Dyin to get fly, dyin to get high | |
| Dyin to win | |
| Dyin to go to the bin, get suaved, get out, then added again | |
| That' s why we ride, and that' s a fact | |
| Can' t spell the west without the E S | |
| Say your grace to that | |
| Chorus: Mack 10 | |
| The hood is mine | |
| Homey get back | |
| The hood is mine | |
| Chips I stack | |
| The hood is mine | |
| Homey get back | |
| The hood is mine, the hood is mine | |
| MC Eiht | |
| Do ya know I don' t regulate your spot for cheese | |
| Ya know these real old chiefs got glocks to squeeze | |
| You know the outcome, flips off the horn | |
| Caught times, flip da script, get ya back on | |
| Know the real deal, undercover spots to chill | |
| Know the enemy creep, best pack the steel | |
| I ain' t knowin what a trick for doe | |
| If I knew, what I know now, would' ve caught the 44 | |
| Know your game plan slow, fuck the rest for sure | |
| Know the west number 1 tell your bitch to float | |
| Ya know these rag wearin pants sagin niggas with drugs | |
| Know ya upper class, bitches love a thug | |
| Know ya days is done, know ya no homey to blaze one | |
| Know when the pistols raise, know how fast you run | |
| Know your talk is cheap, know I' m in too deep | |
| Know if you test the west then your put to sleep | |
| Chorus variation x2: add following lines to end | |
| Killa killa, homey yeah you know wuz up | |
| Sucka sucka, regulate, get your bucks | |
| MC Eiht | |
| Ya know how we cruise up and blow leaf | |
| Hoodbangers runnin your spot so no beef | |
| Ya know I loves the town where the homeboys hustle to make cheese | |
| And the girls get down | |
| Know the gang bang sound when we droppin the spot | |
| Know outta towners is easy to spot hoes runnin to pop | |
| You know them niggas cause they down for the cards | |
| We steppin to the room with girls off walls | |
| Techniec | |
| Ya know this melitin mack | |
| Heat cocked still in your back | |
| Till we get to the back, walk casual | |
| I want west in to stay plus calateral that' ll do | |
| We regulate states, tech and eiht, aye the weight | |
| Waitin for techniec to drop, aye check the date | |
| Tell these enemies of mine the time, better check, your late | |
| Interfere with mine, make him a believer | |
| Throw a bullet and make him a receiver and a LBC' er | |
| Chorus: w earlier variation |
| zuò cí : Cross, Moore, Rollison, Tyler ... | |
| feat. Mack 10, Techniec | |
| Techniec | |
| I been dyin to ride | |
| Been dyin to shine | |
| Dyin to rob | |
| Been dyin to rep this side | |
| Dyin to serve | |
| Dyin for cheese | |
| To raise up out the hood | |
| I been dyin to lead | |
| Just keep all yellin my name | |
| I been dyin to trip | |
| Dyin for a grip | |
| Dyin for that brand new whip, dyin for it all | |
| Nigga been, dyin to ball | |
| Throw it all | |
| Tech been, brakin his neck | |
| I step in, wavin the tek | |
| For that check, I' ma lane inject | |
| The game is mine | |
| You niggas just ain' t knowin it yet | |
| Several attempts I been, tryin to try | |
| Lil niggas, causin havoc in the hood | |
| Like they dyin to dye | |
| Dyin to get fly, dyin to get high | |
| Dyin to win | |
| Dyin to go to the bin, get suaved, get out, then added again | |
| That' s why we ride, and that' s a fact | |
| Can' t spell the west without the E S | |
| Say your grace to that | |
| Chorus: Mack 10 | |
| The hood is mine | |
| Homey get back | |
| The hood is mine | |
| Chips I stack | |
| The hood is mine | |
| Homey get back | |
| The hood is mine, the hood is mine | |
| MC Eiht | |
| Do ya know I don' t regulate your spot for cheese | |
| Ya know these real old chiefs got glocks to squeeze | |
| You know the outcome, flips off the horn | |
| Caught times, flip da script, get ya back on | |
| Know the real deal, undercover spots to chill | |
| Know the enemy creep, best pack the steel | |
| I ain' t knowin what a trick for doe | |
| If I knew, what I know now, would' ve caught the 44 | |
| Know your game plan slow, fuck the rest for sure | |
| Know the west number 1 tell your bitch to float | |
| Ya know these rag wearin pants sagin niggas with drugs | |
| Know ya upper class, bitches love a thug | |
| Know ya days is done, know ya no homey to blaze one | |
| Know when the pistols raise, know how fast you run | |
| Know your talk is cheap, know I' m in too deep | |
| Know if you test the west then your put to sleep | |
| Chorus variation x2: add following lines to end | |
| Killa killa, homey yeah you know wuz up | |
| Sucka sucka, regulate, get your bucks | |
| MC Eiht | |
| Ya know how we cruise up and blow leaf | |
| Hoodbangers runnin your spot so no beef | |
| Ya know I loves the town where the homeboys hustle to make cheese | |
| And the girls get down | |
| Know the gang bang sound when we droppin the spot | |
| Know outta towners is easy to spot hoes runnin to pop | |
| You know them niggas cause they down for the cards | |
| We steppin to the room with girls off walls | |
| Techniec | |
| Ya know this melitin mack | |
| Heat cocked still in your back | |
| Till we get to the back, walk casual | |
| I want west in to stay plus calateral that' ll do | |
| We regulate states, tech and eiht, aye the weight | |
| Waitin for techniec to drop, aye check the date | |
| Tell these enemies of mine the time, better check, your late | |
| Interfere with mine, make him a believer | |
| Throw a bullet and make him a receiver and a LBC' er | |
| Chorus: w earlier variation |
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