Iii Tha Hood Way Lyrics by Mc Eiht

Iii Tha Hood Way Lyrics


    [ice cube]
    When i hear the words: murda murda, i concern a
    Slug in your burden brain
    Niggas heard of me
    From here to eternity
    Fuck 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 shit
    Muthafucka done invested his life in this shit
    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 gangbangin 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 muthafucka 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 shit
    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 bitch-braid sportin' murder one shades
    It's the heat bringer, king inglewood swinger
    And fuck every nigga 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' fuck a bitch (fuck you bitch!)
    Me, eiht and don mega off the hook together
    It's iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever, what

    Chorus...

    [eiht]
    Three niggas, 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 shit's tight
    Small nigga 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 fuck who i'm hittin'
    West side compton, hoo-bang' fo' sho'
    Put they work for my g's, six feet below
    The murda show, muthafuckas 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 shit: 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 nigga
    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 fuck we do it)
    Iii tha hood way ye-yey (hoo-bangin' fo' life!)
    Yeah (geah)
    Geah
    The compton shit
    Mc eiht (tha criminal shit)
    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 shit
    West side hoo-bangin' gangstas
    Compton fo' life
    Geah
    Babeeee...

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