| Geah
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| Geah
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| Geah
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| Hoo-Bang, nigga
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| Some of that futuristic shit
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| For that ass
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| Keepin it thuggish, though
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| Check it out
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| The concrete streets bring heat, it’s so rough
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| Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff
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| Eiht had enough, I’m smoking my fluff
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| Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough
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| My theme is I push music to driveby
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| I slide through, scoop up four and ride high
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| Strap under the seat my hood technique
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| As I destroy your block like _Dante's Peak_
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| Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun
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| On my turf puttin in work since day one
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| Y’all ain’t heard enough about a nigga singin the blues
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| Niggas bendin in two’s while y’all watch the news
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| John Walsh, wash me up, you’re crazy
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| Havin my face captured 180
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| Can’t go there, ain’t havin that, man, fuck
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| The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck
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| Sometimes in the hood it’s so rough
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| That makes niggas from the hood stay tough
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| Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs
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| 16, double the stash, you do the math (2x)
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| I guess my mind’s on the track, gotta get me a stack
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| And in fact, homebody, you know what gun I pack
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| Keeps y’all enemies close that stay cheatin
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| When they ask make fast and start heatin
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| Niggas ain’t fuckin around — dodge mine
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| Drop yours, bitch, and lay that ass down
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| Keep your face to the ground, don’t even look
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| No positive ID and all the money was took
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| Shook the hell up out the spot and kept away from snitches
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| Took a trip across town just to floss my riches
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| Bitches turn into niggas and start yappin
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| One more hit on your house where y’all nappin
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| Dumpin one, catch you in the midnight, the late night hour
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| The hollow point shower
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| The sweet success thatt you taste has got sour
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| Straight, Eiht regulate my thug power
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| My niggas disappoint me thinkin y’all can fade it
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| Still player-hated, wishin y’all made it
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| Stay down, Hoo-Bangin niggas takin over
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| G’s in lows puttin holes up in a Rover
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| Told ya, stop tryin to walk in our shoes
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| Real thugs hail from the west, first rule
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| In fact, we the first Bloods and Crips
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| First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips
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| First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop
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| Bring the prices down low, y’all pick the rest to cop
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| Copy cats, now y’all dippin lows with heats
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| Pepetratin Fresh Coast, tryin to roll our streets
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| Hate your sight, catch you on a red-eye flight
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| Commence the sweatin the groove just for spite
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| Lucky though, I give you a pass and let you go
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| I’mma catch you on the road at another rap show
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| Geah
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| Hoo-Bang, nigga
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| That makes niggas from the turf stay tough
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| Geah
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| Westside, you know
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| Sometimes in the hood it’s so rough
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| Geah, you know what we do
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| That makes niggas from the turf stay tough |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Ruff , by - MC Eiht. Song from the album N' My Neighborhood, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп