III Tha Hood Way — текст песни (MC Eiht f Ice Cube, Mack 10)

[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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