Niggaz Make The Hood Go Round Lyrics by Mc Eiht

Niggaz Make The Hood Go Round Lyrics

    Geah
    Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
    Mc eiht, dj slip
    Half ounce in the mutherfuckin house

    It all starts in them muthafuckin streets
    With the shooting up, bang bang
    From the quiet neighbourhoods to them loc'd out compton gangs
    From they mommas to they daddies to they grands
    Passed generations with rags in they fuckin' hands
    And living in compton you can't deal with the hassle
    Uh, living in compton one time's tryin' to gaffle
    Uh, living in compton boy you better think fast
    Niggas ain't fuckin around, they'll put a slug in your ass
    Never givin a fuck goin' out like geez
    Slangin them keys, jackin naked body on d's
    Do or die is the motto that we strive to live
    Do a muthafuckin drive-by on your wife and kids
    From every hood to block to park to street
    You cross the wrong fuckin' line and your ass gets beat
    One for all, all for one is how we go down
    Niggaz make the muthafuckin hood go round

    That's righ, geah
    Niggas make the hood... geah... go
    You know...

    The hood done took under all kinds, yeah i know
    From my homies down in watts to the g's in chicago
    (hey what's up homeboy?)
    What's up? and everybody's up on the gank
    It don't matter how the fuckin blood splatter, long as get yo' bank
    Real g's come in all shapes and sizes
    Dottin' your eyeses, packin all kinda surprises
    The type of niggas that don't give a fuck about one time
    Fill they fuckin' car full of holes with this brand new 9 (pop pop)
    And now your shit outta luck
    Niggas ain't fuckin around when they hood starts throwing down (geah)
    Caps get peeled with this hot ass a.k.
    Ain't no stoppin' cause we poppin' punks on rainy days
    A place where there's about a million night stalkers
    Gangsta walkers, muthafuckin' shit talkers
    Throw your straps in the air when you hear the sound (yeah)
    Niggaz make the muthafuckin' hood go round

    Geah
    Niggas make the hood... go
    You know

    Damn the hood is kinda hot (say why)
    Just heard one of the fuckin homies got shot (shit)
    And we don't need it cause it's some shit that we just went through
    At martin luther king guess who we ran into
    The enemy, no friend of me, homies grab your straps (what's up?)
    In the waiting room it's time to peel some fuckin caps
    And ain't no losin cause we already lost
    The homie from the hood so they asses get tossed
    And ain't no cowards from my camp, so homie let's dump
    Fill they ass full of holes right after we stomp
    That's the way it happens, the way i'm sayin'
    Fool, niggas from the old school ain't playin (geah)
    You got beef? muthafucka that's cool (you got beef?)
    Say hello to the mutherfuckin tool (what's up man?)
    We cap yo' ass so ya know you're goin' down
    Niggas make the mutherfuckin hood go round (geah)

    Geah
    Niggas make the hood... go
    You know
    Geah
    Geah

    And this is going out to all the real compton niggas, geah
    You know what i'm saying
    And you can't stop the mutherfuckin' bum rush
    Half ounce in the muthafuckin' house, geah
    And we puttin' it down for all the real compton niggas y'know i'm sayin
    Ain't no faking homeboy
    Eihthype's in this bitch for the 94
    Mc eiht, dj slip, boom bam, tha chill,
    My homeboy d.u.i., lil hawk & bird
    Y'know i'm sayin, geah
    And this is how we doin in, you know i'm sayin
    And peace to all the real compton city g's
    Yo willie, take me outta here
    Yeah what's up, geah
    Eihthype's in this bitch

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