Mc Eiht - Iii Tha Hood Way Lyrics
[ice cube]When I hear the words: murda murda, I concern aSlug in your burden brainNiggas heard of meFrom here to eternity***** hell cause I can feel the earth burn in meNow we can meet, we can greet, we can see, we can eatWe can hold court in the streetWhatcha wanna do?I just ate, its a quarter to 8Im in section 8 with mc eiht and a 38 (yeah)And Im ready to ride for this shitMutha*****a done invested his life in this shitAnd we aint losin rather take a penitentiary chanceAnd ? ? your house like some blue and red endsMake you dance like holyfieldAnd well rob you like lennox lewisAnd you cant do nuthin to us (nuthin)Spent my life with the west rolliesA few of em still gangbangin in they 40s, whatViolatin parolies[ice cube, mack 10 & eiht]Ye-ye-ye-eGangstas make the world go roundAnd stayin down in the y-2-kThats what they sayIts hoo-bang mutha*****a and we dont playEiht, cube and mack: iii tha hood way, geahI said...[mack 10]Mack 10 is the lick, west side is the click (yeah)I cant get enough of this gangsta shitSo I drag my 5-7 down the shores and the skate? ? ? ? play some vibrate for humpin section 8I stay gd up and down, its the bumper when its lateWith my hair *****-braid sportin murder one shadesIts the heat bringer, king inglewood swingerAnd ***** every nigga that aint a hoo-banger (hoo-banger!)No color lines make dimes, its color blindAnd I aint trippin cause your rag aint bright as mineLets rock t-birds up, sew up the placeGet on the paper chase and let us smoke our free baseIm a straight go-getter, grinded till Im richI stay down and dirty and screamin ***** a ***** (***** you *****!)Me, eiht and don mega off the hook togetherIts iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever, whatChorus...[eiht]Three niggas, three time felons with three strikes (yeah)Three times equal 9s, khakis and knivesRoll on swings as I bumps the flashlightNice off I flip to the hard, my shits tightSmall nigga in the backseat with locsTryin to come up on cash cause we downer at lastGun smoke, my tramp 8s start to spittinPut the hood I scream loud, give a ***** who Im hittinWest side compton, hoo-bang fo shoPut they work for my gs, six feet belowThe murda show, mutha*****as ride with meTheres one life to live so I cops the keyOnce upon a time in the projects with heatSlangin my shit: you dont work, you dont eatYou can take this boy out tha hoodBut you cant take the hood out a niggaHand stays on the trigga, geahChorus...[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 ***** we do it)Iii tha hood way ye-yey (hoo-bangin fo life!)Yeah (geah)GeahThe compton shitMc eiht (tha criminal shit)For your assIce cube (dumpin out the trey)Dumpin out the rag sevenMack 10 (givin yo ass just what you need)That thug shitWest side hoo-bangin gangstasCompton fo lifeGeahBabeeee...
