III Tha Hood Way

[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...