Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song U Know Why , by - MC Eiht. Song from the album Veterans Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.09.2004
Record label: Native
Song language: English
U Know Why |
| I ain’t stupid yo |
| Motherfucker ran with the game |
| See a gang of fumes rose watching the choir sing |
| Say my nigga, he was good for the hood |
| Two shots caught him slipping, in his place he stood |
| We going to stick the script, but this ain’t no act |
| Record Sales are the work, man bring on stacks |
| Way back in the days when we caught Jags |
| Couple years after they introduce crack |
| Bred mac with them hood rats on 1580 |
| They was haters back then, motherfuckers was shady |
| Bitches were kinda feisty, enemies was sheisty |
| Wannabe MCs trying to out-rhyme me |
| Please don’t fight my gen no more |
| Imma kick in the door and squeeze the 44 |
| And y’all quick to float if you’re quick enough |
| Man the shots do burn, so don’t act tough |
| So when the shots get to ranging out |
| You Know Why |
| And y’all done stopped all that hanging out |
| You know why |
| You ain’t real what you sing about |
| You know why |
| That’s why you biting for the paper route |
| You know why |
| Fools be fake and gold plated |
| You know why |
| And I don’t see how y’all made it |
| You know why |
| Why we got to kill them off, Eiht? |
| You know why |
| Man these fools got us twisted and it’s way too late |
| I love pot and photos that show your gang folds |
| I wonder how you look when the casket closes |
| Compton all day. |
| #1 West City |
| And when we bang coolest, boy, shit ain’t pretty |
| Niggas do dirt and get soaked with SAs |
| We even catch you slipping up on your best days |
| And I love West girls man, they love thugs |
| And I love hotties snug out of town with drugs |
| Fuck a police mugshot, shoot up a block |
| Fuck a neighborhood watch man, sell them a rock |
| When they knock at the door man, flush it all down |
| And quickly send it off back out of town |
| 8 seconds to the truck boys, all it takes |
| Two shots to the side, don’t slam your brakes |
| When the neighborhood get through, all of you wakes |
| Compton on top through and all it takes |
| Grown man in the coup, boy, don’t play games |
| Any motherfucker drops when the pistol aims |
| We don’t call out names, fool, we fight in the club |
| When we blow chronic smoke, it’s more than it does |
| Big ass bitch won’t buy ego rough |
| That heart-piece is filled and crushed and snubbed |
| Imma shoot one-one and shots kill you softly |
| The second shot’s to back your ass up off me |
| Fuck around lose your shiny valuables in a scuffle |
| Fake motherfuckers caught up in the Hollywood shuffle |
| But they don’t muffle the sound all over South Central |
| Drive-by mentality, shoot out the rims |
| You ain’t got to go to the East to get your G-Unit |
| West Coast gang unit, vest shoot right through it |
| You punk motherfuckers d-don't d-don't do it |
| Compton till I die, boy, thought you knew it |