Mc Eiht - Got Cha Humpin' lyrics

Geah My n***a muggs in the house Who keeps you humpin' Eihthype keeps you thumpin' Always into somethin' Westside got it going on Westside got it going on Who creeps in smooth with moves like gotti Trips to make grips and back to the party Million dollar holler with the jazzy belles 97 makes moves with the freaky tales Hold up, stop the presses Floats to the club and show me love in little short dresses From 8 at night till 6 in the morn' Intend to get ?naked?, try to put me on Tick tock, it don't stop, clock keeps tickin' Pour one more and wait for the liquor to kick in Lookin suspicious cause you don't know the game plan To the v.i.p. you peeps the ?three span? Naughty as i wanna be, so check it Drama to the women i perfected to get naked 2 shots of the v.s.o.p. r Converstions as i tugs on your bikini Got to get it, cause i've never had Takes the party back to my pad, color me bad Oops... i swoops up in the coupe One more p**y to loop, i'm knockin the boots Geah Who got you humpin' Eihthype's always bumpin' Always into somethin' (geah) Westside's got it goin' on Number one desperado, packin the hollows In a nice tight suit with christy to swallow Who's the role model, b**h bu*t-naked on the boat 'cross the lake, we skate with the heavy weights Can you feel me? surfs all night, be rich 500 super sport, low-low's hittin' the switch Gots long dough, fo' sho', cops paid by the month Weekly in the club, gots ho's to hunt Gets mine, nose to the grind, makes cheese Ain't never seen three n***as like these Still gots the connects, pulls china white from muggs Rolex, more s** by the compton thugs Senoritas and peso's for the amigos Wherever the wind blows, you're sure to see those Heavyweight hustlers that got the green Chronic, snaps and b**hes, the american dream Geah Chorus... Makes me wanna throw my hands up and holler It all seems like a dream How we gettin the cream and still in impalas, c'mon If you gots the time, then i gots the time Best not be that b**h dropped dime Stops my money flow, where's my money, hoe? Out the door, watch the pimp with the gangsta limp Limo rides, westside, i keep it crackin Thousand dollar suits while the gators keep snappin Bird flies in, top dollar b**hes to stab Sets up nice on boom bam ab Makes me laugh sometimes... ha-ha Fine b**hes and money makes me do the cha cha Ooh-lah-lah, 'cross the board money to spend Open the door, b**h, get in Chorus... My n***a muggs one time, c'mon Geah Ya know how we do, ya know how we do Come on, get down like you live, get down like you live Geah