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[eiht]

Lil hawk & bird in the house (geah)

Niggas on the run in the house (right)

Da foe in the house (thats right)

My nigga d.t. in the house (aint nuthin but clownin, geah baby)

The eihthype thugs in the house

Aint nuthin but clownin, yknow Im sayin?

And this goin out to all them thug niggas worldwide, yknow Im sayin?

Geah

Check it out



Here goes another gang tale from that street smart cat

First lesson: dont be slippin without your gat

Cause out here they be trippin on all kinds of shit

From the colors to the way that you hit your switch

Dont be a soft-ass nigga

Just belong to the gang of your choice with your hand on your trigga

Now represent like you got no fuckin sense at all

On every corner that is clear, hit your name on the wall (geah - hey)

Jump in the back seat, we on a hoo-ride

Reminiscin about my muthafuckin homies that died

I lay back and close my eyes and wonder

How many muthafuckin niggas the hood gon take under (geah)

But its a fact; that these niggas be slippin

Gon get caught up with the muthafuckin mac

But its all good, doing dirt, puttin in work

I got love 4 tha hood

Come on



Uh, geah, geah, cmon

We got love for our hood

(throw your hands in the air)

Do you got love 4 your hood? geah cmon

(throw your shit in the air like you just dont care)



Cant wait to hit the gate at 3 p.m.

A 159 killers Im ready to kick it with them

Let my rag hang slightly out the button hole

Im ready to stack chips higher than a totem pole

Geah, I hopes this gang shit dont ever cease

Duckin and dodgin from the school police

To the west, we got power, one times scary

Hoodrats by the dozen, everybodys cousin

Caviar sellings how we handle our biz

Drive-by shootings just the way that it is

Cavi in the bushes, straps in a stash

Liquor store run, somebody better make a dash

Living that life on the edge aint nuthin (uh getem)

You best not wanna be startin something

But geah, its all good, doin dirt, puttin in work

I got love for the hood, come on



Geah (hey)

Who got love for their hood?

You got love for your love?

Cause we got love for our hood...



[da foe]

I grabs my strap and represent tha fuckin b.g. local locs

We doin more dirt, puttin in work

I walks around like compton owes me something

Tote gats in the back of my lac, fool, I be dumpin

16 years young and Im the maker

Hittin you - up like a pager you gets played like sega

Only real gs come from the west

So ? ? ? ? ? like a doctor I proceeds to stitch your chest

Prrrraaa... how you like em know, we mad deep

Like t.l.c. I creep through your hood and put you to sleep

Lets make it clearly understood

Like niggas ? can damn? o.g.s in the pen and we runnin the hood

Shit, your better be raisin up

Cause foe gon pull inside my back

Your block will get tore up with this mac (10)

Open your eyes and see (yeah)

Cause we got love for the muthafuckin hood, yeah



We got love for our hood

Do you got love for your hood?

I said da foes in the house, nigga

I said da foes in the house

We got love for our hood

Do you got love for your hood?

Da foes in the house

True blue thugs from the muthafuckin streets

Compton sewed up from the muthafuckin top to the bottom

Nigga, you want thug niggas we got em

You want hoe bitches we got em

Uh cluck-heads, uh

Punk one-time, geah

Skanless-ass niggas, geah

Mark-ass fools uh

And coward-ass bustas

Niggas like quik ha ha ahaha, geah

[eiht]

Lil hawk & bird in the house (geah)

Niggas on the run in the house (right)

Da foe in the house (thats right)

My nigga d.t. in the house (aint nuthin but clownin, geah baby)

The eihthype thugs in the house

Aint nuthin but clownin, yknow Im sayin?

And this goin out to all them thug niggas worldwide, yknow Im sayin?

Geah

Check it out



Here goes another gang tale from that street smart cat

First lesson: dont be slippin without your gat

Cause out here they be trippin on all kinds of shit

From the colors to the way that you hit your switch

Dont be a soft-ass nigga

Just belong to the gang of your choice with your hand on your trigga

Now represent like you got no fuckin sense at all

On every corner that is clear, hit your name on the wall (geah - hey)

Jump in the back seat, we on a hoo-ride

Reminiscin about my muthafuckin homies that died

I lay back and close my eyes and wonder

How many muthafuckin niggas the hood gon take under (geah)

But its a fact; that these niggas be slippin

Gon get caught up with the muthafuckin mac

But its all good, doing dirt, puttin in work

I got love 4 tha hood

Come on



Uh, geah, geah, cmon

We got love for our hood

(throw your hands in the air)

Do you got love 4 your hood? geah cmon

(throw your shit in the air like you just dont care)



Cant wait to hit the gate at 3 p.m.

A 159 killers Im ready to kick it with them

Let my rag hang slightly out the button hole

Im ready to stack chips higher than a totem pole

Geah, I hopes this gang shit dont ever cease

Duckin and dodgin from the school police

To the west, we got power, one times scary

Hoodrats by the dozen, everybodys cousin

Caviar sellings how we handle our biz

Drive-by shootings just the way that it is

Cavi in the bushes, straps in a stash

Liquor store run, somebody better make a dash

Living that life on the edge aint nuthin (uh getem)

You best not wanna be startin something

But geah, its all good, doin dirt, puttin in work

I got love for the hood, come on



Geah (hey)

Who got love for their hood?

You got love for your love?

Cause we got love for our hood...



[da foe]

I grabs my strap and represent tha fuckin b.g. local locs

We doin more dirt, puttin in work

I walks around like compton owes me something

Tote gats in the back of my lac, fool, I be dumpin

16 years young and Im the maker

Hittin you - up like a pager you gets played like sega

Only real gs come from the west

So ? ? ? ? ? like a doctor I proceeds to stitch your chest

Prrrraaa... how you like em know, we mad deep

Like t.l.c. I creep through your hood and put you to sleep

Lets make it clearly understood

Like niggas ? can damn? o.g.s in the pen and we runnin the hood

Shit, your better be raisin up

Cause foe gon pull inside my back

Your block will get tore up with this mac (10)

Open your eyes and see (yeah)

Cause we got love for the muthafuckin hood, yeah



We got love for our hood

Do you got love for your hood?

I said da foes in the house, nigga

I said da foes in the house

We got love for our hood

Do you got love for your hood?

Da foes in the house

True blue thugs from the muthafuckin streets

Compton sewed up from the muthafuckin top to the bottom

Nigga, you want thug niggas we got em

You want hoe bitches we got em

Uh cluck-heads, uh

Punk one-time, geah

Skanless-ass niggas, geah

Mark-ass fools uh

And coward-ass bustas

Niggas like quik ha ha ahaha, geah

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