Mc Eiht - Niggaz Make The Hood Go Round Lyrics
GeahEihthype in the mutha*****in houseMc eiht, dj slipHalf ounce in the muther*****in houseIt all starts in them mutha*****in streetsWith the shooting up, bang bangFrom the quiet neighbourhoods to them locd out compton gangsFrom they mommas to they daddies to they grandsPassed generations with rags in they *****in handsAnd living in compton you cant deal with the hassleUh, living in compton one times tryin to gaffleUh, living in compton boy you better think fastNiggas aint *****in around, theyll put a slug in your assNever givin a ***** goin out like geezSlangin them keys, jackin ***** body on dsDo or die is the motto that we strive to liveDo a mutha*****in drive-by on your wife and kidsFrom every hood to block to park to streetYou cross the wrong *****in line and your ass gets beatOne for all, all for one is how we go downNiggaz make the mutha*****in hood go roundThats righ, geahNiggas make the hood... geah... goYou know...The hood done took under all kinds, yeah I knowFrom my homies down in watts to the gs in chicago(hey whats up homeboy? )Whats up? and everybodys up on the gankIt dont matter how the *****in blood splatter, long as get yo bankReal gs come in all shapes and sizesDottin your eyeses, packin all kinda surprisesThe type of niggas that dont give a ***** about one timeFill they *****in car full of holes with this brand new 9 (pop pop)And now your shit outta luckNiggas aint *****in around when they hood starts throwing down (geah)Caps get peeled with this hot ass a.k.Aint no stoppin cause we poppin punks on rainy daysA place where theres about a million night stalkersGangsta walkers, mutha*****in shit talkersThrow your straps in the air when you hear the sound (yeah)Niggaz make the mutha*****in hood go roundGeahNiggas make the hood... goYou knowDamn the hood is kinda hot (say why)Just heard one of the *****in homies got shot (shit)And we dont need it cause its some shit that we just went throughAt martin luther king guess who we ran intoThe enemy, no friend of me, homies grab your straps (whats up? )In the waiting room its time to peel some *****in capsAnd aint no losin cause we already lostThe homie from the hood so they asses get tossedAnd aint no cowards from my camp, so homie lets dumpFill they ass full of holes right after we stompThats the way it happens, the way Im sayinFool, niggas from the old school aint playin (geah)You got beef? mutha*****a thats cool (you got beef? )Say hello to the muther*****in tool (whats up man? )We cap yo ass so ya know youre goin downNiggas make the muther*****in hood go round (geah)GeahNiggas make the hood... goYou knowGeahGeahAnd this is going out to all the real compton niggas, geahYou know what Im sayingAnd you cant stop the muther*****in bum rushHalf ounce in the mutha*****in house, geahAnd we puttin it down for all the real compton niggas yknow Im sayinAint no faking homeboyEihthypes in this ***** for the 94Mc eiht, dj slip, boom bam, tha chill,My homeboy d.u.i., lil hawk & birdYknow Im sayin, geahAnd this is how we doin in, you know Im sayinAnd peace to all the real compton city gsYo willie, take me outta hereYeah whats up, geahEihthypes in this *****
