Got Cha Humpin Lyrics by Mc Eiht

Got Cha Humpin Lyrics

    Geah
    My nigga 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. rémy
    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 pussy 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, bitch butt-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 niggas like these
    Still gots the connects, pulls china white from muggs
    Rolex, more sex 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 bitches, 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 bitch 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 bitches to stab
    Sets up nice on boom bam ab
    Makes me laugh sometimes... ha-ha
    Fine bitches and money makes me do the cha cha
    Ooh-lah-lah, 'cross the board money to spend
    Open the door, bitch, get in

    Chorus...

    My nigga 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

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