[ICE CUBE]
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When I hear the words: murda murda, I concern a
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Slug in your burden brain
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Niggas heard of me
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From here to eternity
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Fuck hell cause I can feel the Earth burn in me
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Now we can meet, we can greet, we can see, we can eat
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We can hold court in the street
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Whatcha wanna do?
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I just ate, it's a quarter to 8
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I'm in Section 8 with MC Eiht and a 38 (yeah)
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And I'm ready to ride for this shit
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Muthafucka done invested his life in this shit
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And we ain't losin' rather take a penitentiary chance
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And ?? your house like some blue and red ends
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Make you dance like Holyfield
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And we'll rob you like Lennox Lewis
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And you can't do nuthin' to us (nuthin')
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Spent my life with the West Rollies
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A few of 'em still gangbangin in they 40's, what
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Violatin parolies
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[ICE CUBE, MACK 10 & EIHT]
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Ye-ye-ye-e
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Gangstas make the world go round
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And stayin' down in the Y-2-K
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That's what they say
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It's Hoo-Bang muthafucka and we don't play
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Eiht, Cube and Mack: III tha hood way, geah
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I said...
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[MACK 10]
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Mack 10 is the lick, West Side is the click (yeah)
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I can't get enough of this gangsta shit
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So I drag my 5-7 down the shores and the skate
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???? play some vibrate for humpin' Section 8
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I stay G'd up and down, it's the bumper when it's late
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With my hair bitch-braid sportin' murder one shades
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It's the heat bringer, king Inglewood swinger
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And fuck every nigga that ain't a Hoo-Banger (Hoo-Banger!)
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No color lines make dimes, it's color blind
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And I ain't trippin' cause your rag ain't bright as mine
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Let's rock T-Birds up, sew up the place
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Get on the paper chase and let us smoke our free base
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I'm a straight go-getter, grinded till I'm rich
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I stay down and dirty and screamin' fuck a bitch (fuck you bitch!)
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Me, Eiht and Don Mega off the hook together
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It's III tha hood way and Hoo-Bang forever, what
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Chorus...
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[EIHT]
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Three niggas, three time felons with three strikes (yeah)
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Three times equal 9's, khakis and knives
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Roll on swings as I bumps the flashlight
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Nice off I flip to the hard, my shit's tight
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Small nigga in the backseat with Loc's
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Tryin' to come up on cash cause we downer at last
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Gun smoke, my tramp 8's start to spittin'
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Put the hood I scream loud, give a fuck who I'm hittin'
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WEST SIDE Compton, Hoo-Bang' fo' sho'
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Put they work for my G's, six feet below
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The murda show, muthafuckas ride with me
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There's one life to live so I cops the key
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Once upon a time in the projects with heat
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Slangin' my shit: you don't work, you don't eat
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You can take this boy out tha hood
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But you can't take the hood out a nigga
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Hand stays on the trigga, geah
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Chorus...
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[CUBE & EIHT]
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III tha hood way ye-yey (fo' sho')
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III tha hood way ye-yey (for the 9-9 fool)
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III tha hood way ye-yey (you know how tha fuck we do it)
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III tha hood way ye-yey (Hoo-Bangin' fo' life!)
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Yeah (geah)
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Geah
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The Compton shit
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MC Eiht (tha criminal shit)
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For your ass
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Ice Cube (dumpin' out the Trey)
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Dumpin' out the Rag seven
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Mack 10 (givin' yo' ass just what you need)
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That thug shit
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West Side Hoo-Bangin' gangstas
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Compton fo' life
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Geah
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Babeeee...
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III Tha Hood Way
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MC Eiht |