(feat. Ice Cube, Mack 10)



[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, it's a quarter to 8

I'm in Section 8 with MC Eiht and a 38 (yeah)

And I'm ready to ride for this shit

Muthafucka done invested his life in this shit

And we ain't losin' rather take a penitentiary chance

And ?? your house like some blue and red ends

Make you dance like Holyfield

And we'll rob you like Lennox Lewis

And you can't do nuthin' to us (nuthin')

Spent my life with the West Rollies

A few of 'em still gangbangin in they 40's, 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

That's what they say

It's Hoo-Bang muthafucka and we don't 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 can't 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 G'd up and down, it's the bumper when it's late

With my hair bitch-braid sportin' murder one shades

It's the heat bringer, king Inglewood swinger

And fuck every nigga that ain't a Hoo-Banger (Hoo-Banger!)

No color lines make dimes, it's color blind

And I ain't trippin' cause your rag ain't bright as mine

Let's rock T-Birds up, sew up the place

Get on the paper chase and let us smoke our free base

I'm a straight go-getter, grinded till I'm rich

I stay down and dirty and screamin' fuck a bitch (fuck you bitch!)

Me, Eiht and Don Mega off the hook together

It's III tha hood way and Hoo-Bang forever, what



[Chorus...]



[EIHT]

Three niggas, three time felons with three strikes (yeah)

Three times equal 9's, khakis and knives

Roll on swings as I bumps the flashlight

Nice off I flip to the hard, my shit's tight

Small nigga in the backseat with Loc's

Tryin' to come up on cash cause we downer at last

Gun smoke, my tramp 8's start to spittin'

Put the hood I scream loud, give a fuck who I'm hittin'

WEST SIDE Compton, Hoo-Bang' fo' sho'

Put they work for my G's, six feet below

The murda show, muthafuckas ride with me

There's one life to live so I cops the key

Once upon a time in the projects with heat

Slangin' my shit: you don't work, you don't eat

You can take this boy out tha hood

But you can't 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...