Текст песни MC Eiht (Compton`s Most Wanted) - Fuc Your Hood
MC Eiht (Compton`s Most Wanted) - Fuc Your Hood слова песни
Geah MC Eiht and Chill up in this bitchThe Eihthype thugs up in this bitch, geahCompton in this bitch And we running this shit like last year my friend, geahThe Killers, check it outI gives a fuck where you fromcould give a mad fuck about your hood signkeep hittin` me up and you`ll get tore up from the floor up (ping)you fake niggas need to peepyou gone get hit talking that shit gone get yo` lip splitI reach under my seat for the heatI bust a U-turn and see your ass dash `cross the fuckin streetI see you a busta so I start to clown (right)cause if you was a G you would have stood yo` ground uhbut geah it`s kinda difficult to standyour ground when them killers got a strap in his handpoint it at yo` dome cause you got that wrong color onyou better be hitting that gate real fast or be a shot up assbut i`ma still hit your block with it cockedi give a fuck about nuthin, a 159 niggas dumpin (geah)so don`t look dumband don`t act dumb when we come nigga, fuck where you from uh (geah)Ain`t nuthin` but the killers on this side (that`s right)Ain`t nuthin` but the killers on that side (that`s right)Ain`t nuthin` but the killers in the front, killers in the backStrapped with macsOn a mission down Compton Boulevard (geah)some niggas rolling up slow looking too hard (they some bustas)they some bustas (that`s right)and geah not to mentionmy hood is on my hat if them fools payed attention (West Side)hand on my 9 cause I go for broke (geah uh)peep out the corner of my eye through the endo smokebut what do you know it`s another gang storysome fools done slipped and entered the wrong territoryI told fools about hitting me up with they signsI guess I gotta hit they ass up with the fuckin 9pump 2 slugs in the side of their doorand they probably tryin` to figure what i`m dumpin for (geah)you don`t remember me? well I remember you!when and your crew tried to roll through the fuckin loopnow take 2 to your domeand don`t look dumb when we come nigga fuck where you from uhChorus...Desert Eagle in the stash and we swervin`me, Bam, Chill, Little Hawkin Bird, Da Foe in the suburban (West Side)six deep to the partyputting out hits on niggas like Mr. Gotti (geah)leave the straps in the truck cause they`ll goin pat downwe steps in with evil looks, you better scatter clown (geah what up)ain`t nuthin but 159 to the 4punk motherfuckers what is you starin` for? (geah)I guess it`s time to start thumpin`open up to the truckcome back with the mac and baby start dumpin`you gone catch some slugs and watch thisscenes look like someniggas in the mistbut I guess we got to of y`allfor all y`all, the funeral callI don`t give a damn where you from nigga, geah