Mc Eiht - III The Hood Way lyrics

When I hear the words: murda murda, I concern a Slug in your burden brain n***as heard of me From here to eternity F*ck 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 sh** Muthaf*cka done invested his life in this sh** 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**nin in they 40's, what Violatin parolies 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 muthaf*cka and we don't play Eiht, Cube and Mack: III tha hood way, geah I said... Mack 10 is the lick, West Side is the click (yeah) I can't get enough of this gangsta sh** 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 b**h-braid sportin' murder one shades It's the heat bringer, king Inglewood swinger And f*ck every n***a 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' f*ck a b**h (f*ck you b**h!) Me, Eiht and Don Mega off the hook together It's III tha hood way and Hoo-Bang forever, what Three n***as, 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 sh**'s tight Small n***a 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 f*ck who I'm hittin' WEST SIDE Compton, Hoo-Bang' fo' sho' Put they work for my G's, six feet below The murda show, muthaf*ckas 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 sh**: 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 n***a Hand stays on the trigga, geah 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 f*ck we do it) III tha hood way ye-yey (Hoo-Bangin' fo' life!) Yeah (geah) Geah The Compton sh** MC Eiht (tha criminal sh**) For your a** Ice Cube (dumpin' out the Trey) Dumpin' out the Rag seven Mack 10 (givin' yo' a** just what you need) That thug sh** West Side Hoo-Bangin' gangstas Compton fo' life Geah Babeeee...