Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Automatic , by - MC Eiht. Song from the album Section 8, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Automatic |
| Geah |
| Hoo-Bangin in the house c’mon |
| Geah |
| Eihthype in the house c’mon |
| Geah |
| And I’m representin |
| Real Compton City G’s on this one |
| My nigga in the house |
| We gon set it off like this |
| Y’all niggas wanna toss on me |
| Throw sum |
| Get ready for the hot one here it come |
| Y’all scream like bitches scheme my riches |
| Too suspicious my Glock rocks to your jaw |
| Nigga just too vicious land of the lost |
| Who’s the boss get tossed have you seen her |
| My Nina, she’s catchin a misdemeanor |
| My rep gets bigger my finger on the trigger |
| I cocks the hammer back like 'fucks you nigga!' |
| I let loose shells fly like the |
| Push weight protects mine, much juice |
| I hoo-bangs with a gang and slangs caine |
| Fuck what you tryin to get nigga, it’s my thang! |
| cops more white and hit claims |
| I serves everything from white to mary jane |
| I’m hittin the one times with a fake last thing |
| Just to keep my ass on the streets, in the game, it’s automatic |
| I represent the hoodrats and the B. G's |
| The niggas on the corner whop white to make cheese |
| If you want some then niggas bring static |
| It’s automatic |
| You need to get at me, I’m the G |
| Locin and provokin dips blocks with cavi |
| Search a ki' cross the street and smash out |
| The '63 bounce back to the same route |
| You fools best get the fuck off my cold tales |
| Gang tales of how the fuckin dead body smells |
| Late night horror shows in jail cells |
| Represent where you from no one to tell |
| Life ain’t nuthin but the hood and snaps |
| Hoodrats carry work with straps in they laps |
| Quarter niggas with nicknames play craps |
| Enemies tryin to cross the front line |
| Get capped nuthin but escape, uh |
| Second flat my gat let loose like 'Rat-a-tat-tat' |
| The underground hero guess y’all is back |
| My custom, my khaki suit and a blue cap, automatic |
| I make it difficult for a nigga to find me |
| Crazy-ass Hoo-Bangin G’s behind me |
| You’re fucked up for that last time fo' sho' |
| Now you know, two in your door, four to the floor |
| Any nigga wanna bring it-bring |
| I guarantee your ass will hear the Glock sing |
| Quick to hit out like the street king |
| Shells ricochet up your body, ping ping |
| Eazy don’t come to pound |
| West to the chest |
| Is the best get-coast |
| On the contrary I shots down your post |
| You’re gettin next to me, uh, too close |
| Close down your whole block froze down |
| Infiltrators end up-no sound |
| You sorry muthafuckas here’s your showdown |
| Eiht caught a hot one now I’m county-bound, automatic |
| (Outro) |
| Geah |
| Eihtype in the house c’mon |
| Geah |
| Hoo-Bang in the house c’mon |
| Y’all know how the fuck we do it |
| Y’all know how the fuck we’re livin |
| Real Compton G’s |
| I said them real Compton G’s |
| My nigga 'Fredwreck' and 'Julio G' on the beat |
| Y’all know how the fuck we do this |
| Hoo-Bangin affiliates till we die nigga |
| Compton till we rest |
| You know we’re the best |
| The WEST (westside) |
| YES! |
| WESTSIDE! |
| Geah |