Late Nite Hype Part 2 Lyrics by Mc Eiht

Late Nite Hype Part 2 Lyrics

    Geah
    Compton
    Geah
    Where we from?
    All day...
    The weeest side...
    All day
    Nigga
    We from the west side
    (1-5-9)
    All the time

    I gots to get mine so i'ma take your
    I do what i gotta do, kick in some back doors (geah)
    You don't work, you don't eat is the scene
    A nigga like myself got to get me some green
    I heard a nigga say: i got a little business trick
    So smooth your momma won't know your tryin' to make a grip
    I said: what's that?
    He said: don't worry bout that!
    Just grab this muthafuckin' gat and stick it behind your back
    Where the fuck was we going i wondered, didn't give a damn
    Because the hood took me under
    Stick the gat behind my back with an extra clip
    My nigga said: e just watch your back and you best not slip!
    I said: homie you don't know me
    Don't you see saliva drippin' from my mouth? i'm too hungry!
    Jump in the bucket, fuck it!
    Take a look back at the crib then hit the pedal to put in my bid
    We in the bucket, best believe we gon' doing some lootin'
    We got straps in our laps, we gon' be doing some shootin'
    Headed to the west side
    To start some shit, fired up the blunt
    To get my head buzzed to pull the hit
    Now i'm ready to cook
    Take the strap on my back and i take another look
    I'm ready to do some muthafuckin trippin'
    I'm ready to hit your mutherfuckin block
    With it cocked, catch you slippin, we in the bucket jettin'
    Must be nearin the spot because i'm sweatin (ah, damn!)
    My nigga peeped and said:
    E sit back under the seat as he reached,
    Pulled out the mac (yeah it's on)
    Hit a couple of corners slow then he killed the lights (geah)
    Grabs my strap cause tonight's the fuckin night
    I guess this is where the plot thickens
    Niggas fix, niggas pluck and fuck like some damn chickens
    Fools just best stay hid
    Ain't no shame
    On the corner like caine, we might be poppin off some damn kids
    Jump out with the strap
    Niggas caught off guard
    Slipping hard
    Running for the damn backyard (run run run)
    Somebody got two keys behind a damn door
    I look at my nigga and say: what we waiting for?
    He said: i'm waiting on you
    I said: no shit? then step aside
    And watch this muthafuckin 9 spit
    Ready to leave dead bodies on the curb
    I'm gon' be sitting on fat - when i get them birds
    Not thinking, nobody can do me
    Through the back door, i know it's looking like a fuckin' movie (geah)
    Big boss man behind the chair and he's scared as fuck
    Pop in clip number two and i commence to bust (pop pop pop)
    Not giving a damn
    Mentality's do or die
    Hollow points hit the chair as the feather fly
    I hear him scream out loud homey you dirty!
    I tell him: shut the fuck up! where's the birds?
    I grabs the suitcase
    It's good (that's right)
    Unloads my strap like a real g should
    Like santa claus with a sack full of goods
    I'm heading
    Back to the hood
    I'm back with a mac
    In the front seat of the benz and i'm flossin'
    Niggas get in my way and i'm tossin'
    Not from shaolin but i'm down with the cream
    They sayin' shame on a nigga, know what i mean?
    Geah but i'm just that type
    The niggas gon' pop you on the late nite hype

    West side...
    Geah
    Where we from...
    The west side...
    Geah
    C'mon
    C'mon y'all
    1-5-9 all the time...
    C'mon y'all
    Compton in this bitch
    Eihthype...
    Ya know
    Just like last year i said my friend
    Geah
    Bitches sing!
    Come on
    Geah

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