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Iii Tha Hood Way

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[ice cube]

When I hear the words: murda murda, I concern a

Slug in your burden brain

Niggas heard of me

From here to eternity

Fuck hell cause I can feel the earth burn in me

Now we can meet, we can greet, we can see, we can eat

We can hold court in the street

Whatcha wanna do?

I just ate, its a quarter to 8

Im in section 8 with mc eiht and a 38 (yeah)

And Im ready to ride for this shit

Muthafucka done invested his life in this shit

And we aint losin rather take a penitentiary chance

And ? ? your house like some blue and red ends

Make you dance like holyfield

And well rob you like lennox lewis

And you cant do nuthin to us (nuthin)

Spent my life with the west rollies

A few of em still gangbangin in they 40s, what

Violatin parolies

[ice cube, mack 10 & eiht]

Ye-ye-ye-e

Gangstas make the world go round

And stayin down in the y-2-k

Thats what they say

Its hoo-bang muthafucka and we dont play

Eiht, cube and mack: iii tha hood way, geah

I said...

[mack 10]

Mack 10 is the lick, west side is the click (yeah)

I cant get enough of this gangsta shit

So I drag my 5-7 down the shores and the skate

? ? ? ? play some vibrate for humpin section 8

I stay gd up and down, its the bumper when its late

With my hair bitch-braid sportin murder one shades

Its the heat bringer, king inglewood swinger

And fuck every nigga that aint a hoo-banger (hoo-banger!)

No color lines make dimes, its color blind

And I aint trippin cause your rag aint bright as mine

Lets rock t-birds up, sew up the place

Get on the paper chase and let us smoke our free base

Im a straight go-getter, grinded till Im rich

I stay down and dirty and screamin fuck a bitch (fuck you bitch!)

Me, eiht and don mega off the hook together

Its iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever, what

Chorus...

[eiht]

Three niggas, three time felons with three strikes (yeah)

Three times equal 9s, khakis and knives

Roll on swings as I bumps the flashlight

Nice off I flip to the hard, my shits tight

Small nigga in the backseat with locs

Tryin to come up on cash cause we downer at last

Gun smoke, my tramp 8s start to spittin

Put the hood I scream loud, give a fuck who Im hittin

West side compton, hoo-bang fo sho

Put they work for my gs, six feet below

The murda show, muthafuckas ride with me

Theres one life to live so I cops the key

Once upon a time in the projects with heat

Slangin my shit: you dont work, you dont eat

You can take this boy out tha hood

But you cant take the hood out a nigga

Hand stays on the trigga, geah

Chorus...

[cube & eiht]

Iii tha hood way ye-yey (fo sho)

Iii tha hood way ye-yey (for the 9-9 fool)

Iii tha hood way ye-yey (you know how tha fuck we do it)

Iii tha hood way ye-yey (hoo-bangin fo life!)

Yeah (geah)

Geah

The compton shit

Mc eiht (tha criminal shit)

For your ass

Ice cube (dumpin out the trey)

Dumpin out the rag seven

Mack 10 (givin yo ass just what you need)

That thug shit

West side hoo-bangin gangstas

Compton fo life

Geah

Babeeee...

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