Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1991 , by - MC Eiht. Release date: 12.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
1991 |
| Growing up in the hood, 1991 |
| 17 of my boys died by the gun |
| Ese fast forward 10 |
| I was on the run, that’s OTR |
| You cross the border for fun |
| And me I cross the border |
| Or face indictment |
| Another street war |
| With the enemies fighting |
| I’m writing, ese in my journal |
| So I could tell the world |
| About this fucking inferno |
| I’m heavily armed |
| When I’m in the shadows |
| Muthafuckers get served |
| On a silver plater |
| My presence, when I rhyme |
| That’s a cut throat voice boy |
| West my side |
| Steel trigger |
| Homie how you figur |
| I’m West Adams born |
| Foo the unforgiving |
| Like a drug |
| That I dliver |
| That’s heroin tar |
| On the menu for dinner |
| The mysterious sound |
| Travels around |
| SoundCloud plays |
| The Mob G get down |
| Dedication, to the craft |
| Street poet for the culture |
| On their behalf |
| It’s aggressive |
| No easy task |
| Elements of intrigue |
| When the nina blasts |
| That’s regardless |
| I get rave reviews |
| Scarface dos |
| Been paid his dues |
| So home, is where the hatred is |
| Penitentiary chance |
| Just to handle biz |
| Home, is where the hatred is |
| I made that choice |
| That’s what the fuck I did |
| I had to tell a muthafucka |
| That I just can’t breathe |
| Now I’m caught up in some shit |
| That you wouldn’t believe |
| Fucking tricks up your sleeve |
| That’s some fucked up hate |
| Back again in some shit |
| That you can relate |
| I had to tell a muthafucka |
| That I just can’t breathe |
| Now I’m caught up in some shit |
| That you wouldn’t believe |
| Fucking tricks up your sleeve |
| That’s some fucked up hate |
| Back again in some shit |
| Nigga can you relate? |
| [Verse 2: MC Eiht |
| Straight up menace loccest A-Wax |
| My rhymes street knowledge |
| I been there and back |
| Front & back Cadillac |
| Yeah and that’s back bumper |
| .38 in my lap you can call it a thumper |
| With my ese partner serving up some wet |
| Compton muthafucka that’s your death threat |
| Uno, dos, tres, quatro |
| My red beam straight |
| Muthafucka Ibshot yo, ass |
| Caught up in some payback drama |
| And my money better add up to way more commas |
| Olde English 800 gave a nigga some power |
| Hollow points drive a nigga |
| And some niggas will cower |
| I got heart from the hate |
| No debate I’m free |
| Couple suckas fuck around |
| 8 shots from me |
| That’s tales bout the black & brown |
| And underground |
| When there’s shots in the city |
| You know how that sound, geeah |
| When there’s shots in the city |
| You know how that sound |
| I had to tell a muthafucka |
| That I just can’t breathe |
| Now I’m caught up in some shit |
| That you wouldn’t believe |
| Fucking tricks up your sleeve |
| That’s some fucked up hate |
| Back again in some shit |
| Nigga can you relate? |
| I had to tell a muthafucka |
| That I just can’t breathe |
| Now I’m caught up in some shit |
| That you wouldn’t believe |
| Fucking tricks up your sleeve |
| That’s some fucked up hate |
| Back again in some shit |
| Nigga can you relate? |
| Geah, official |
| Hahaha Big C-Rock |
| Been a menace to society |
| Homie I’m eternal |
| You sloppy muthafucka |
| You know nothing bout war time |