MC Eiht (CMW) - Late Nite Hype Part 2 Lyrics

Geah

Compton

Geah

Where we from?

All day...

The Weeest Side...

All day

Nigga

We from the West Side

(1-5-9)

All the time



I gots to get mine so I'ma take your

I do what I gotta do, kick in some back doors (geah)

You don't work, you don't eat is the scene

A nigga like myself got to get me some green

I heard a nigga say: I got a little business trick

So smooth your momma won't know your tryin' to make a grip

I said: what's that?

He said: don't worry bout that!

Just grab this muthaf*ckin' gat and stick it behind your back

Where the f*ck was we going I wondered, didn't give a damn

Because the hood took me under

Stick the gat behind my back with an extra clip

My nigga said: E just watch your back and you best not slip!

I said: homie you don't know me

Don't you see saliva drippin' from my mouth? I'm too hungry!

Jump in the bucket, f*ck it!

Take a look back at the crib then hit the pedal to put in my bid

We in the bucket, best believe we gon' doing some lootin'

We got straps in our laps, we gon' be doing some shootin'

Headed to the West Side

To start some shit, fired up the blunt

to get my head buzzed to pull the hit

Now I'm ready to cook

Take the strap on my back and I take another look

I'm ready to do some muthaf*ckin trippin'

I'm ready to hit your mutherf*ckin block

with it cocked, catch you slippin, we in the bucket jettin'

Must be nearin the spot because I'm sweatin (ah, damn!)

My nigga peeped and said:

E sit back under the seat as he reached,

pulled out the Mac (yeah it's on)

Hit a couple of corners slow then he killed the lights (geah)

Grabs my strap cause tonight's the f*ckin night

I guess this is where the plot thickens

Niggas fix, niggas pluck and f*ck like some damn chickens

Fools just best stay hid

Ain't no shame

On the corner like Caine, we might be poppin off some damn kids

Jump out with the strap

Niggas caught off guard

Slipping hard

Running for the damn backyard (run run run)

Somebody got two keys behind a damn door

I look at my nigga and say: what we waiting for?

He said: I'm waiting on you

I said: no shit? Then step aside

And watch this muthaf*ckin 9 spit

Ready to leave dead bodies on the curb

I'm gon' be sitting on fat - when I get them birds

Not thinking, nobody can do me

Through the back door, I know it's looking like a f*ckin' movie (geah)

Big boss man behind the chair and he's scared as f*ck

Pop in clip number two and I commence to bust (pop pop pop)

Not giving a damn

Mentality's do or die

Hollow points hit the chair as the feather fly

I hear him scream out loud homey you dirty!

I tell him: shut the f*ck up! Where's the birds?

I grabs the suitcase

It's good (that's right)

Unloads my strap like a real G should

Like Santa Claus with a sack full of goods

I'm heading

Back to the hood

I'm back with a Mac

In the front seat of the Benz and I'm flossin'

Niggas get in my way and I'm tossin'

Not from Shaolin but I'm down with the Cream

They sayin' shame on a nigga, know what I mean?

Geah but I'm just that type

The niggas gon' pop you on the late nite hype



West Side...

Geah

Where we from...

The West Side...

Geah

C'mon

C'mon y'all

1-5-9 all the time...

C'mon y'all

Compton in this bitch

Eihthype...

Ya know

Just like last year I said my friend

Geah

Bitches sing!

Come on

Geah