Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Made It '04, artist - MC Eiht. Album song Veterans Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.09.2004
Record label: Native
Song language: English
We Made It '04 |
Geah! |
Geah! |
Fresh out the hood, We made it |
This gangsta shit, We paid it |
G-g-g-g-geah, Cmon |
I’mma keep yellin compton for life |
Although the ghetto bring a motherfucker stress to strife |
At night, hear the gunshots, somebody dyin |
Murder on the front line, mama be cryin |
It’s her firstborn, all the lines been torn |
How long will mama only son should mourn? |
To the streets is my motherfuckin lord to sworn |
Out the do' when I hear my fuckin o.g.'s horn |
To the homie 6 feet, a little liquor we pourin |
Down the ave statin where the girls be whorin |
One times is hot on the trail |
Destined to stack us in the county jail |
Police ain’t a friend to me, pop at the enemy |
Fire out the hole life smoke at the chimney |
There’s so many young souls lost |
The hood life you gon pay at a high cost |
Fresh out the hood, We made it |
These motherfuckin dues, Homeboy we paid it |
This gangsta shit, We made it |
These motherfuckin dues, Homeboy we paid it |
Fresh out the hood, we made it |
These motherfuckin dues, Homeboy we paid it |
Homeboy, We made it, This motherfuckin gangsta |
I remember when it all started, Runnin around actin retarded |
Jumpin out on anybody livin life cold hearted |
I’ll hold him while you sock 'em up |
Go in his pockets cause you know we don’t give a fuck |
Nigga what? |
This Compton, breaded and branded, sets landed |
But fools be softies and I can’t understand it |
We went from small change to big change |
Flipped up the game and remain the same |
Blow weed, get dope, and chase all the hoes |
Fresh white tee, slammin 6 tre dough |
And stay ready to kick up dust |
Cause it’s a rumor in the city they gon spit at us |
So they had to be ready for niggas to rock steady |
Can’t get caught without it, So don’t sweat me |
But these fools is fake and gold plated |
Livin outdated while I’m laughin, Screamin out we made it |
I’m out the ragtop 6 tre, dub’s in the sky |
Blunt gettin me high, it’s do or die |
Reminiscing on how we used to laugh and joke |
Goin half on the o.e. |
lookin for smoke |
I was the getaway driver, you rolled shotgun |
Motherfuckers surrounded the car, you shot one |
In broad day light, whenever we took flight |
I’mma revenge the death boy with all my might |
Hand me a light so I can spark up the blunt |
Smoke until my finger tips then go on a hunt |
Best not stunt, I’mma stay low key |
Creep up when you comin out slowly |
Wit the rag round my face, you don’t know me |
I’m a neighborhood menace to my enemy |
Geah, it’s just the way we are |
If you wit your homies, still shoot up the car |