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MC Eiht - We Get It lyrics
* send corrections to the typist Geah, geah Geah Geah We love the West Side C'mon (ya know) We get it (we get that boogie - ya know) And ya know We get it (we like to boogie) Geah Check it out Easily I approach The gangsta party with my strap and smoke Tell your hoodratz to stop trynna trick I got no time to give 'em my dick I'm gon' grab it (geah) And dip to the Cal And if you love rapping the West scream loud (West Side!) Unload the barrels and start to chuckle Take it from the knuckles who watch me sparkle Mathematics that I make When I ride on paper Told tales 'bout capers when we jump on taper In the days of old I was a nut Guarantee to leave three ammo in your gut (boom boom) Heard the gun blast so you run to your crew Laying on the ground and you scream for you boo But this is the West bitch (west!) A real G never switch Never stoppin' to grind till we filthy rich, geah (c'mon, geah) We get the money Geah, and ya know Geah We do it our best, geah We like to boogie Ya know (geah) We get down, geah And we playing the west side Geah, and you know (you know) (West Side) We get that money (Geah) We got it Gone Nobody move nobody get hurt What you need, we got that work Keep it under your shirt Stay close to the decoy bitch ??? on skirt Have my thing on a plane tryin' to being back change Cop the next thing smokin' if you see look strange Tryin' to cop fancy cars designer names Gotta keep your heat and cop this valet games Holla at your nigga trying to make a dollar In a club more to swallow Poppin' your collar Is it the Mercedes key or the Chevy Impala Tight grip on my dick like a ?? When I bust You turn at 9 I'm gon' burn Taking over ya block got cash to earn Y'all learn ya lesson, my Smith & Wesson Anyone on your block I do depressing, geah We get it We get the money Geah, and ya know We get it, geah We like to boogie, geah Ya know We get it, geah We playing the west side Geah, and you know (you know) (West Side) We get it We get it We got it Gone Ride high Music to drive-by Thugs stay true to the hood so ?? Compton's still on the map Now that's fly Y'all keep reppin' the blocks when I'll die Some is Section 8, still talkin' that way Clientele never wait for a release day Gotta outta town ?? tryin' to check my rate It's so hard from state to state Throw up the ?? ooh, wait a minute! A car full of thug niggas geah I'm in it (geah) In a Lex but the seats back any to ?? Hoes green and cash raid to spin it Who the G's with the Glocks? Nigga it's us Bust and tussle Nigga it's us Got the mussel Nigga it's us Still scream hustle and we dangerous, c'mon We get it We get that money, geah And you know, geah We get it And we like to boogie, geah And you know We get it And we playin' the West Side, geah And you know, c'mon, geah We get it We get it We got it Gone, geah... |
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