Iii Tha Hood Way Lyrics - Mc Eiht

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 

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 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 together 

It's III tha hood way and Hoo-Bang forever, what 

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... 

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 

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... 

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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