Mc Eiht - Late Nite Hype Part 2 Lyrics
GeahComptonGeahWhere we from?All day...The weeest side...All dayNiggaWe from the west side(1-5-9)All the timeI gots to get mine so ima take yourI do what I gotta do, kick in some back doors (geah)You dont work, you dont eat is the sceneA nigga like myself got to get me some greenI heard a nigga say: I got a little business trickSo smooth your momma wont know your tryin to make a gripI said: whats that?He said: dont worry bout that!Just grab this mutha*****in gat and stick it behind your backWhere the ***** was we going I wondered, didnt give a damnBecause the hood took me underStick the gat behind my back with an extra clipMy nigga said: e just watch your back and you best not slip!I said: homie you dont know meDont you see saliva drippin from my mouth? Im too hungry!Jump in the bucket, ***** it!Take a look back at the crib then hit the pedal to put in my bidWe in the bucket, best believe we gon doing some lootinWe got straps in our laps, we gon be doing some shootinHeaded to the west sideTo start some shit, fired up the bluntTo get my head buzzed to pull the hitNow Im ready to cookTake the strap on my back and I take another lookIm ready to do some mutha*****in trippinIm ready to hit your muther*****in blockWith it *****ed, catch you slippin, we in the bucket jettinMust be nearin the spot because Im sweatin (ah, damn!)My nigga peeped and said:E sit back under the seat as he reached,Pulled out the mac (yeah its on)Hit a couple of corners slow then he killed the lights (geah)Grabs my strap cause tonights the *****in nightI guess this is where the plot thickensNiggas fix, niggas pluck and ***** like some damn chickensFools just best stay hidAint no shameOn the corner like caine, we might be poppin off some damn kidsJump out with the strapNiggas caught off guardSlipping hardRunning for the damn backyard (run run run)Somebody got two keys behind a damn doorI look at my nigga and say: what we waiting for?He said: Im waiting on youI said: no shit? then step asideAnd watch this mutha*****in 9 spitReady to leave dead bodies on the curbIm gon be sitting on fat - when I get them birdsNot thinking, nobody can do meThrough the back door, I know its looking like a *****in movie (geah)Big boss man behind the chair and hes scared as *****Pop in clip number two and I commence to bust (pop pop pop)Not giving a damnMentalitys do or dieHollow points hit the chair as the feather flyI hear him scream out loud homey you dirty!I tell him: shut the ***** up! wheres the birds?I grabs the suitcaseIts good (thats right)Unloads my strap like a real g shouldLike santa claus with a sack full of goodsIm headingBack to the hoodIm back with a macIn the front seat of the benz and Im flossinNiggas get in my way and Im tossinNot from shaolin but Im down with the creamThey sayin shame on a nigga, know what I mean?Geah but Im just that typeThe niggas gon pop you on the late nite hypeWest side...GeahWhere we from...The west side...GeahCmonCmon yall1-5-9 all the time...Cmon yallCompton in this *****Eihthype...Ya knowJust like last year I said my friendGeah*****es sing!Come onGeah
