Tytuł: Collect my stripez

• Wykonawca: MC Eiht
• Wyświetleń: 238

  
   [EIHT]
  (don't fuck around...)
  Geah
  In the mutherfuckin house
  To the 9 to the 6
  Compton in this bitch, uh
  And we in this muthafucka lookin' too greedy
  This goin' out to all the Hub city players baby
  Check it out
  
  Gang way cause I'm nuthin but a killer
  A nigga that kill, that's real
  Eiht gon' steal to your
  Mutherfuckin jaw
  Fuck the southpaw
  We go knuckle to knuckle, I'ma watch your ass buckle (geah)
  It seems that you talk much trash but I'ma be like Rockets
  Hard to dump on that ass (pop pop pop)
  Niggas lookin' faulty, you done fucked yourself this time
  With the notorious 1-59
  You goin be feelin kinda nervous when we pass you
  Your ride full of holes when we blast you
  Got no muthafuckin stripes at all
  Go toe to toe with the M.A. and they gon' fall sucker
  Better duck ah, I'ma buck ya
  Serve you like a clucker, punk muthafucka
  You can't hang with the greatest heavy weights
  Niggas On The Run, Lil Hawk & Bird, Da Foe and Eiht
  So fool get your flip on, you're trip on
  Better skip on
  Before I get my clip on
  Geah, bitch, right
  And I'm just tryin' to collect my stripes
  
  (don't fuck around...)
  Nigga
  Eihthype in the house nigga
  Young Prod in the house nigga
  Westside in the house
  
  [YOUNG PROD]
  A East Side Ridah
  Gots to put it down for the goods
  I'm slangin'
  G'd up, throwin up the hood (gangsta)
  The homies got problems
  Swerve in an all gold trey, dumpin' (geah)
  Leanin' out the window deuce-five, bust
  Givin a fuck like Ike Turner
  Corner, one times at the light
  In motion
  With my big homie on D's (c'mon)
  Since it's all about the hood
  I'm jumpin out with the heat, peep
  Hit that block and stop, I'm in traffic
  Breakin with the deuce-five strap
  Call me a classic
  A B.G. bustin caps for stripes
  But now it's drastic
  I wish I had a plastic glock
  And now we blastin
  Muthafucka brains and thangs
  Cause I'm a bastard
  It ain't nuthin but killin
  When you dealin with the evil side
  Caps get peeled
  And it's still to the G
  That's how it is
  Collectin' stripes
  
  [EIHT]
  (don't fuck around...)
  Eihthype big baby, geah...
  And ain't nuthin but the killers in here
  Like I said once again my friend
  Niggas in this muthafucka lookin' too greedy
  Geah, watts up rat big baby
  We in the muthafuckin house, geah
  
  Punk mutherfuckers wanna act up
  How can you speak when you got no fuckin back up?
  I guess we got bitch niggas in the C.P.T.
  Tryin to represent but ain't worth nine cent
  Niggas need to get cut down to size
  Puttin permanent marks under they mutherfuckin eyes
  To be or not to be killed is the question
  When I lay slugs in they muthafuckin chest and
  You lookin silly - billy
  Don't hit that high note
  As I slit your throat
  Can't stand it, goddamnit!
  I'ma ram it
  Any time, any place like Janet
  I'ma serve you like Flow and Mel's diner
  Then break your fragile-ass like some china
  Knick knack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
  Scaredy cats need to get that ass on
  We rolls heads like bowling balls
  Serve your block with the glock like house calls (geah)
  So don't be fuckin with the crew when I'm buzzed
  Geah, right and I'm just tryin to collect my stripes
  
  Nigga, uh
  Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
  Like I said once again my friend
  It ain't over till the fat bitch spit
  And she ain't spittin shit
  Cause we ain't spittin' shit but the nina
  To the mutherfuckin six, y'know I'm sayin?
  Fuck all you fake-ass fools out there
  Cause we ain't nuthin but the True Blue gangstas
  From the Hub city y'know I'm sayin?
  West Side hoo-ride all day
  Nigga and we don't play
  Eihthype in the muthafuckin house, erb