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III Tha Hood Way

Section 8专辑

  • 作曲 : Aaron Tyler/R. Garner
    When i hear the words:murda murda, i concern a
    Slug in your burden brain
    ****** heard of me
    From here to eternity
    **** 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 s*it
    ********** done invested his life in this s*it
    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 g******gin 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 ********** 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 s*it
    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 *****-braid sportin' murder one shades
    It's the heat bringer, king inglewood swinger
    And **** every ***** 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' **** a ***** (**** you *****!)
    Me, eiht and don mega off the hook together
    It's iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever, what
    Chorus...
    [eiht]
    Three ******, 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 s*it's tight
    Small ***** 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 **** who i'm hittin'
    West side compton, hoo-bang' fo' sho'
    Put they work for my g's, six feet below
    The murda show, *********** 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 s*it: 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 *****
    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 **** we do it)
    Iii tha hood way ye-yey (hoo-bangin' fo' life!)
    Yeah (geah)
    Geah
    The compton s*it
    Mc eiht (tha criminal s*it)
    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 s*it
    West side hoo-bangin' gangstas
    Compton fo' life
    Geah
    Babeeee...
  • 作曲 : Aaron Tyler/R. Garner
    When i hear the words:murda murda, i concern a
    Slug in your burden brain
    ****** heard of me
    From here to eternity
    **** 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 s*it
    ********** done invested his life in this s*it
    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 g******gin 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 ********** 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 s*it
    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 *****-braid sportin' murder one shades
    It's the heat bringer, king inglewood swinger
    And **** every ***** 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' **** a ***** (**** you *****!)
    Me, eiht and don mega off the hook together
    It's iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever, what
    Chorus...
    [eiht]
    Three ******, 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 s*it's tight
    Small ***** 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 **** who i'm hittin'
    West side compton, hoo-bang' fo' sho'
    Put they work for my g's, six feet below
    The murda show, *********** 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 s*it: 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 *****
    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 **** we do it)
    Iii tha hood way ye-yey (hoo-bangin' fo' life!)
    Yeah (geah)
    Geah
    The compton s*it
    Mc eiht (tha criminal s*it)
    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 s*it
    West side hoo-bangin' gangstas
    Compton fo' life
    Geah
    Babeeee...