Young Maylay - Who Runn the Blocc Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: MayLAy] MayLAy shoot the sh** since the youth at risk The big homies knew what fruit to pick, who was weak The missions for the hidden Someone's breakin' and enterin', others takin', deliverin', the caterin', the kitchen men The difference then, blacks owned hella houses If you was snitchin', wasn't livin' to tell about it If you was right, we'd fight all day and night But doing wrong, you on your own for life I'm from Los Angeles, big guns, women, and cannabis n***as can't run from where the cameras is Cause when the bird hit the light, it turn midnight bright Another term for the chips, with the flicks and the kites We like lowriders, and hogg motorcycles And we'll go psycho, with rifles like white folks Tell em' Eiht, its West Coast, till my eyes closed With one shot, plus a blindfold [Chorus: MC Eiht] Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots [Verse 2: MC Eiht] One time, swoop up on the blocc tryna take mine I hop some fences Now it's a footchase, tryna dash for freedom It's money over everything, we don't see ‘em f** the census, since I was a lad, it was hood to under motherf**er I'm bad Sad day, the homie got jacked And shot in the process, geah that's wack I get em' on everything, we get back Necessary be the time, geah when sh** crack Community resources the source be My income streak, and they come so regularly The enemy come, so ya better be ready G So, when I aim, better hold it steadily sh**, call it the warzone, life in the land Where it's follow the rules or they reprimand I rep for the west, so the Eiht can handle Compton for the hood's what the f** I stand for Geah Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Geah, geah, geah… [Chorus: MC Eiht] Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots [Verse 3: MC Eiht] I'm on the blocc, with a 30 deuce deuce And a colt 45 like Pac got Juice Still a n***a struggle, so the yay produce It's all for the money, so a n***a could lose Cuz, it was Nissan trucks And the ugly rat b**h, back then, was a duck I told the hoe b**h, get the duck sick Round up the baby gangsters, hit a lick One shot, now its life up state The homie from the hood turned up my cell mate Love for the hood Hater motherf**er gave a n***a all day, but I stay all good I hit the streets, right back in One time's on my coattails, n***as can't win That's the motto, hustle hood rich Compton all day, yes, f** a b**h Compton forever, West the best loc, yeah keep it together When it's cruising down the street, in a lowrider Eiht and MayLAy, all day, Westsiders, geah [Chorus: MC Eiht] Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots [Outro: DJ Premier Scratch] Welcome to the West I serve you till you fed up and still won't let up Welcome to the West I serve you till you fed up and still won't let up Welcome to the, to the, to the West I serve you till you fed up and still won't let up Welcome to the, the, the West I serve you till you fed up and still won't let up