Tytuł: Tough guyz

• Wykonawca: MC Eiht
• Wyświetleń: 191

  
   Yo
  Geah
  Yo
  Half Ounce in the house, what?
  Check it out, check it out
  Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
  Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit, geah
  We got the ho's locked down
  Half Ounce in the house
  It's like this
  Mon Diggi
  Yo
  Stick 'em
  
  [MON-DIGGI]
  My visions outta focus cause I lit the hocus-pocus
  All I'm leavin' for you vultures is a couple of cockroaches
  Mon-Diggi split your wiggy - probably incidental
  When I rape your instrumental but we gon' keep that confidential
  I really can keep a secret but you tellin' lies
  Hesitant to represent
  You like a bitch in disguise
  Talkin' about you need a trend so you can wet the tough guyz
  And suspense is your evidence, lay it to scuff guys
  Must I - do the cappin', I would love to keep rappin'
  But I heard you always packin' and bitch-made when it come to scrappin'
  Mon-D, sinister M.C. is X-fac'in'
  Lookin' for your captain so I can smack and P.D. wack him
  My tactics are more than just bad bitches and back
  Shiiit, Jackie Chan would fuck around and get his ass blasted
  Stupid bastard - Diggi blessed the session
  Niggas in my section are lookin' for some new direction
  
  [EIHT]
  Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
  Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit
  We gots the ho's locked down from town to town
  And we keep on payin', don't give a fuck what you sayin'
  Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
  Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit
  We gots the ho's locked down from town to town
  And we keep on playin', so fuck what you sayin', geah
  
  [BOOM BAM]
  We got problems that you wouldn't believe
  The world is filled with hatred, player haters and greed (geah)
  And I can't lie - cause we all done took part in it
  And ain't no pointin' no muthafuckin' fingers of who done started it
  You gotta be down for your get down
  You gotta be ready to put your hit down
  Then ready to split your grip down (geah)
  The middle - gotta be fair
  Signs posted in the hood, all niggas beware, now check it
  (check it out)
  One Time can't maintain no order
  They the ones gettin' checked, need a restrainin' order (chin chin)
  Against niggas like me that's on the warpath
  So get your umbrellas ready because the forecast is gloomy
  My extra large T-shirt be roomy
  For the gat that I pack, new jacks that wanna do me
  L.A. is the place where punks die quick
  (Half Ounce is the click you can't fuck with)
  
  [EIHT]
  Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
  Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit
  We got the ho's locked down from town to town
  And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin'...
  
  Criminal minded's the kingpin, I starts my lootin'
  Killin' these bitch-ass niggas when I starts my shootin'
  Hundred miles and runnin' stops from the cops
  In the back seat hops as I starts to pop
  Givin' a fuck, got the extra clip in the under cover
  Blast with the ski mask, blame it on another
  Old dirty E from the C-P-T
  Still kill from C to shine M.C.
  Deadly catastrophe
  Competition, compete it's costly
  Killing you softly
  Holes in your body with the shotty (boom boom)
  Where's the party, it's killin' any - body (geah)
  Ho's turn silly like the ???
  Evil stunts like ??? packs my piece
  Before I escape, uh
  Eiht ain't done yet
  Kill 'em all
  And ride into the sunset
  
  Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
  Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit
  We got the ho's locked down from town to town
  And we keep on playin' so what you sayin'
  Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
  Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit
  We got the ho's locked down from town to town
  And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin'
  
  Geah
  Come on
  Half Ounce in the house
  Half Ounce in your mouth bitch