Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song III Tha Hood Way, artist - MC Eiht. Album song Section 8, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
III Tha Hood Way |
| Slug in your burden brain |
| Niggas heard of me |
| From here to eternity |
| F*ck hell cause I can feel the Earth burn in me |
| Now we can meet, we can greet, we can see, we can eat |
| We can hold court in the street |
| Whatcha wanna do? |
| I just ate, it’s a quarter to 8 |
| I’m in Section 8 with MC Eiht and a 38 (yeah) |
| And I’m ready to ride for this shit |
| Muthaf*cka done invested his life in this shit |
| And we ain’t losin' rather take a penitentiary chance |
| And ?? |
| your house like some blue and red ends |
| Make you dance like Holyfield |
| And we’ll rob you like Lennox Lewis |
| And you can’t do nuthin' to us (nuthin') |
| Spent my life with the West Rollies |
| A few of 'em still gangbangin in they 40's, what |
| Violatin parolies |
| Ye-ye-ye-e |
| Gangstas make the world go round |
| And stayin' down in the Y-2-K |
| That’s what they say |
| It’s Hoo-Bang muthaf*cka and we don’t play |
| Eiht, Cube and Mack: III tha hood way, geah |
| I said… |
| Mack 10 is the lick, West Side is the click (yeah) |
| I can’t get enough of this gangsta shit |
| So I drag my 5−7 down the shores and the skate |
| ??? |
| play some vibrate for humpin' Section 8 |
| I stay G’d up and down, it’s the bumper when it’s late |
| With my hair bitch-braid sportin' murder one shades |
| It’s the heat bringer, king Inglewood swinger |
| And f*ck every nigga that ain’t a Hoo-Banger (Hoo-Banger!) |
| No color lines make dimes, it’s color blind |
| And I ain’t trippin' cause your rag ain’t bright as mine |
| Let’s rock T-Birds up, sew up the place |
| Get on the paper chase and let us smoke our free base |
| I’m a straight go-getter, grinded till I’m rich |
| I stay down and dirty and screamin' f*ck a bitch (f*ck you bitch!) |
| Me, Eiht and Don Mega off the hook together |
| It’s III tha hood way and Hoo-Bang forever, what |
| Three niggas, three time felons with three strikes (yeah) |
| Three times equal 9's, khakis and knives |
| Roll on swings as I bumps the flashlight |
| Nice off I flip to the hard, my shit’s tight |
| Small nigga in the backseat with Loc’s |
| Tryin' to come up on cash cause we downer at last |
| Gun smoke, my tramp 8's start to spittin' |
| Put the hood I scream loud, give a f*ck who I’m hittin' |
| WEST SIDE Compton, Hoo-Bang' fo' sho' |
| Put they work for my G’s, six feet below |
| The murda show, muthaf*ckas ride with me |
| There’s one life to live so I cops the key |
| Once upon a time in the projects with heat |
| Slangin' my shit: you don’t work, you don’t eat |
| You can take this boy out tha hood |
| But you can’t take the hood out a nigga |
| Hand stays on the trigga, geah |
| III tha hood way ye-yey (fo' sho') |
| III tha hood way ye-yey (for the 9−9 fool) |
| III tha hood way ye-yey (you know how tha f*ck we do it) |
| III tha hood way ye-yey (Hoo-Bangin' fo' life!) |
| Yeah (geah) |
| Geah |
| The Compton shit |
| MC Eiht (tha criminal shit) |
| For your ass |
| Ice Cube (dumpin' out the Trey) |
| Dumpin' out the Rag seven |
| Mack 10 (givin' yo' ass just what you need) |
| That thug shit |
| West Side Hoo-Bangin' gangstas |
| Compton fo' life |
| Geah |
| Babeeee… |