Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Caution , 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
Caution |
| Gyeah |
| Gyeah |
| We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods |
| These real CPT G’s please show no love |
| Compton |
| Compton |
| In this bitch |
| Somebody told me |
| Mc Eiht is back with that thug shit |
| Compton |
| Check it out |
| My mindstate too late it’s been gone |
| Tryina take me out of the hood you’re dead wrong |
| I hustle all day to the fuckin break of dawn |
| Sendin niggas' bodies to hell like sadam |
| Appetite for destruction corruption |
| To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin |
| Always into something you heard of me |
| Killer for reala my nigga another tragedy |
| Pops in the clip and slips the automatic |
| Anybody killer I gat it stay tatted |
| Fucks them high class I like em hoodratted |
| When the shells slide they panic |
| Nigga straight static |
| Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy |
| Defy you mock me you’re gettin sloppy |
| I rolls through goes through such and such |
| The angel of death meets you time to touch |
| Mind of a lunatic quick to handle |
| Sackin muthafuckas like I was john randall |
| I blows out your spot like a candle |
| I fucks you up muthafucka like I was rambo |
| Easy as it comes I can handle the drama |
| I bucks givin a fuck and high off marihuana |
| Sendin your body through some muthafuckin trauma |
| I can dump the damn body you can scream for mama |
| Common sense you make your ass hit the fence |
| Run fast or catch the consequence |
| My straight aim I got it with confidence |
| The sticky situation I make it intense |
| The instigator the muthafuckin regulator |
| The quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltrator |
| The violator the muthafucka with heat |
| Let me see if you can beat it from across the street |
| I’mma knock your damn noodles cos your talk is cheap |
| I’m a rockabye nigga cos your ass asleep |
| I’mma show you the way let these real G’s play |
| Stick and move with the working clock like sugar ray |
| Y’all know what the song and dance is get the flows up |
| Y’all know when the fuckin cash drawer your hands goes up |
| Close up shop nigga the hood’s in town |
| Hand over the money and don’t make a sound |
| Doomsday no parlay no politickin |
| We packs up with extra clips and steady dippin |
| Niggas in black coats with black nines |
| Dig into your body and catch the flatline |
| Your mama cry over your body at funeral time |
| Gang related one-time reported the usual signs |
| Hot crimes killin who dropped dimes |
| Smokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes |
| Y’all know the time it’s now the pow-wow |
| The big payback have a nigga lay down |
| Anyway you bring it I want it |
| Gun-totin killin muthafucka from compton’s most wanted |
| Lifestyles of the ghetto foul |
| Music to driveby in my dash when I style |
| 100% gangsta steady servin |
| Me and my homie Dub-C curb servin |
| Gyeah |