Текст песни MC Eiht f Boom Bam (CMW) - Set Trippin`
MC Eiht f Boom Bam (CMW) - Set Trippin` слова песни
GeahAin`t nothin but killers in this bitchUghCheck it outIn the muthafuckin houseNiggaFor the 9 to the 6Ain`t nothin but the VIII Hype ThugsUghIt ain`t nothin but the VIII Hype ThugsIt ain`t nothin but the VIII Hype ThugsGeah, niggaCheck it out[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]Err, as I hit you upNot givin a fuckGeah, I know you hate itGang affiliatedFor niggas trippin, they wanna hangPunk bitches talk shit, I`m down to bang-bangThe thugs roll too thickBangin before hair start to grow on my dickFool, you best not be slippin by your lonelyCollectin my stripes, cause b.g. Eiht was hungryDone trapped, Eiht spit speedyIn the M.C. we hit your block lookin too greedyInnocent by-standers in they drivewaysYellow tape, here it comes, no better daysStripe number one, you bitches ain`t feelin meBust caps every day, ain`t no killin meSo you better runCause I`ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum[ CHORUS ] Set trippin Them niggas are flippin Got a gang of guns So you gots to run (2x)[ VERSE 2: MC Eiht ]Straight thuggin it up, and I`m not givin a fuckAnybody gets bucked (I said buck-buck-buck)Geah, that`s how we do it, straight clownin9 mill gat I`m packin, keep frowninFool, cause it ain`t no thangFresh Chuck T`s with the fat-ass stringsYou gets my point, khakis sagginCause of the gat full of fuckin hollow points(Watch out now) That ass gon` get shot up bad(That`s right) That ass gon` get a shot-up padI hope your mama ain`t home, I hope your kids ain`t `sleepAin`t no shame in this muthafuckin damn gameCatch my gang affiliationAnd you gon` get hit, sent on a long vacationFool, so you better runCause I`ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum[ CHORUS ]NiggaMC Eiht in the houseTake 2 to your mouthBoom Bam in the houseTake 2 to your mouthNigga[ VERSE 3: Boom Bam ]It`s just a handfull of niggas can hang with meI`m a clean example how this nigga became a geeAt the age of 15 I got tatted upThat`s when my punk-ass enemies got gatted upWith the 9mm hittin, spittin in the darknessSo pass me a light, so I can spark thisBlunt, punk, or get slapped upside yo black headDon`t smoke lley, but I crack headsAnd for the niggas that don`t believe, I gots to show emThat I don`t trust a muthafucka far as I can throw himVIII Hype Thugs, and we love pumpin em slugsUp in muthafuckas heads, leavin em for deadCause shit is gettin drasticI had my gat, so I blastedNow you`re wrapped in plasticAnd labelled with the toe tagI bet your bitch-ass won`t be comin with no mo` drag(See ya) So you`re best to runCause I`ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dumWordWhat the fuckGeahThe notorious, victorious VIII Hype Thugsters59Comtpon all dayWe don`t play(Try to deal with it)[ CHORUS ]And we out