Late Nite Hype Part 2 Lyrics - Mc Eiht

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 

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I gots to get mine so I'mma 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 

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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