Текст песни MC Eiht - Wavin the Pistol
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]Anytime y`all wanna goMotherfuckers, just let us knowWherever you at, we kick in the do`And start wavin the pistol[Verse 1]I`m a nigga, still struggle in the Compton streetsWest coast all day til my life`s completeLike my homie W.C., you don`t work, you don`t eatTry to drown out the gunshots wit loud beatsTrue son of the ghetto, No doubt I`ma ballLive my life reckless like it snow tomorrowI win any fuckin shoot `em up contestIt`s no disputin which side`s the bestHave gun, niggaz will travelStay up on it, motherfucker till they slam the gavelWe slang, we jack, We do drive-bysWe fuck wit hoodrats and always stay highSome shit that we go throughFinger pointing, motherfucker like we know youCompton, motherfucker, hard act to followAnd ya pride hard to swallow, like love from the hollow[Chorus][Verse 2]Eiht motherfucker, Always so hoodCatch me in the streets cause nigga it`s all goodOnly heavy bodyguard I roll wit is the metalLike a stunt driver when I`m pushin the pedalKnuckle to knuckle, Don`t buckle bob and weaveReveal the compton tat up under my sleeveBehind it wit the trigger finger like I was steveGot the whole town talkin like I was fuckin eveI`m a product of the pre N.W.AWit the quality product tryin to double my payTo live and die in compton and L.AIt`s about one victim like everydayFist fight in the liquor store parking lotShoot a nigga when he sit up in ya parking spotLittle hustle tryin to make a lotLike a little bg and his first spotGeah[Chorus][Verse 3]You got guns, We got strapsWe true to these murder raps, We peel capsWe ain`t snitches motherfucker, We just take the chargeThat`s why I skip bail, Then ran, I`m still at largeThese hood niggaz televise game for saleWannabe motherfuckers in the game should tellCompton, We gained much respectYou better duck down when the shells ejectAnd ya little frail chest or vest won`t protectFrom this true westside compton connectOn ya front porch, Play connect the red dotsLike a photographer aiming for head shots04, you get eight the hard wayEven in broad day, the sound of ricochetThis ain`t denzel on the set, it`s been hellE wit the four-o federal mailGeah[Chorus] - 2X