Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goin' Out Like Geez, artist - MC Eiht. Date of issue: 18.07.1994
Song language: English
Goin' Out Like Geez |
| Geah, We in the muthafuckin house for the 94 |
| Eihthype in the muthafuckin house |
| Geah, MC Eiht and DJ Slip in the muthafuckin house |
| Uh, Compton in the house, nigga |
| Compton in the house, fool |
| Compton in the house, bitch |
| Geah |
| You can nail me to the muthafuckin wall |
| You can bust me in the head with gatz |
| But punk ass nigga I’ll be back, geah |
| You fucked up when you tried to blast on this trigger |
| Nigga didn’t smoke my ass with the |
| Fuckin blood runnin down my back |
| I pull the muthafuckin strap on the sneak attack, uh |
| Load the hollow points into the hot Glock |
| Got my eyes on the crib at the end of the block |
| Don’t give a fuck who’s inside |
| His little sis' caught the fuckin slug so I jumps in the G-ride |
| Feelin cold as I look at the murder metal |
| Hear the sirens so I hit the mutherfuckin pedal |
| Tyres got to spinnin, I can see the smoke |
| Could barely catch my breath as I start to choke |
| Off the blood, from the 38 slug that was planted in my back |
| Damn that was wack |
| Dip through the back streets so I can slide out |
| The G-ride to my homie Chills to hide out |
| Dump the mutherfuckin Glock, it was dirty |
| Bammed on my nigga door, damn Chill heard me |
| He opened up the door and I fell straight in |
| Passed out for a second cause I lost my wind |
| Woke up to hit the mutherfuckin weed and Chill looked up and said: |
| «Damn Eiht you bleedin!» |
| Niggas they pulled the fuckin sneak attack |
| Fucked around and caught 2 to the fuckin back, geah |
| Niggas was buckin tried to put me down |
| Some punk muthafuckas from across town, uh |
| You won’t be chalkin up one for your sorry set |
| Ain’t dead yet |
| Just label me a deadly threat |
| Get Boom Bam on the mutherfuckin phone |
| Get the 19 shot cause nigga it’s on |
| I know the spot where them punk niggas chill |
| Hit their hood with the big black steel |
| I do it my way like M. J |
| Slam dunk these hollow points in you, punk |
| No time to think about it twice |
| Leave these muthafuckas in traps and scattered like fuckin mice |
| Boom Bam meet me at the spot, I’m shot |
| I don’t give a fuck they gon' get got |
| One time’s on my dick, fuck it |
| Jump out, run through the alley to the bucket |
| Now the bullet starts to travel, I caught a shiver |
| But fuck it like the mail man I’ll deliver |
| I hoppes out the bucket and I’m bleedin bad |
| But fuck it don’t sweat it cause I’m too damn mad |
| Don’t give a damn of who’s in the line of fire |
| Grabbed the 'K and kneeled down by the tyre |
| They bust at me and I bust back |
| Boom Bam bring up the rear with the fuckin Mac |
| I buck one in the chest he start to beg |
| «Let me live» |
| I slipped, caught one in the leg |
| My nigga Bam let the mutherfuckin Mac spit |
| Here comes Tha Chill over the fence, fuck this shit! |
| I grabbed the 'K and kicked in the front door |
| 90 rounds spittin as I catch 2 more |
| But I don’t give a fuck about these |
| Mark-ass niggas, we’ll go out like G’s |
| Come on |
| Compton in the house, nigga |
| Compton in the house, fool |
| Compton in the house, geah |
| Compton in the house, bitch |
| Eihthype in the muthafuckin house |
| For the 94, geah |
| My nigga Slip in the muthafuckin house |
| Half Ounce in the house |
| Niggas On The Run in the muthafuckin house |
| And this is going out to all the Compton G’s, geah |