MC Eiht

MC Eiht - Automatic lyrics

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(Intro)

Geah

Hoo-Bangin in the house c'mon

Geah

Eihthype in the house c'mon

Geah

And I'm representin

Real Compton City G's on this one

My nigga [??] in the house

We gon set it off like this 



(Verse 1)

Y'all niggas wanna toss on me

Throw sum

Get ready for the hot one here it come

Y'all scream like bitches scheme my riches

Too suspicious my Glock rocks to your jaw

Nigga just too vicious land of the lost

Who's the boss get tossed have you seen her

My Nina, she's catchin a misdemeanor

My rep gets bigger my finger on the trigger

I cocks the hammer back like 'fucks you nigga!'

I let loose shells fly like the [?spruise-goose?]

Push weight protects mine, much juice

I hoo-bangs with a gang and slangs caine

Fuck what you tryin to get nigga, it's my thang!

[??] cops more white and hit claims 

I serves everything from white to mary jane

I'm hittin the one times with a fake last thing

Just to keep my ass on the streets, in the game, it's automatic



(Chorus)

I represent the hoodrats and the B.G's

The niggas on the corner whop white to make cheese

If you want some then niggas bring static

It's automatic



(Verse 2)

You need to get at me, I'm the G

Locin and provokin dips blocks with cavi

Search a ki' cross the street and smash out

The '63 bounce back to the same route

You fools best get the fuck off my cold tales

Gang tales of how the fuckin dead body smells

Late night horror shows in jail cells

Represent where you from no one to tell

Life ain't nuthin but the hood and snaps

Hoodrats carry work with straps in they laps

Quarter niggas with nicknames play craps

Enemies tryin to cross the front line

Get capped nuthin but escape, uh

Second flat my gat let loose like 'Rat-a-tat-tat'

The underground hero guess y'all is back

My custom, my khaki suit and a blue cap, automatic   



(Chorus)



(Verse 3)

I make it difficult for a nigga to find me

Crazy-ass Hoo-Bangin G's behind me

You're fucked up for that last time fo' sho'

Now you know, two in your door, four to the floor

Any nigga wanna bring it-bring

I guarantee your ass will hear the glock sing

Quick to hit out like [name] the street king

Shells ricochet up your body, ping ping

Eazy don't come to [??] pound

West to the chest

Is the best get-coast

On the contrary I shots down your post

You're gettin next to me, uh, too close

Close down your whole block froze down

Infiltrators end up-no sound

You sorry muthafuckas here's your showdown

Eiht caught a hot one now I'm county-bound, automatic



(Chorus)



(Outro)

Geah

Eihtype in the house c'mon

Geah

Hoo-Bang in the house c'mon

Y'all know how the fuck we do it

Y'all know how the fuck we're livin

Real Compton G's

I said them real Compton G's

My nigga 'Fredwreck' and 'Julio G' on the beat

Y'all know how the fuck we do this

Hoo-Bangin affiliates till we die nigga

Compton till we rest

You know we're the best

The WEST (westside)

YES!

WESTSIDE!

Geah
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Language: English

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