[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...
