Late Night Hype Part 2 (Album Version)

Late Night Hype Part 2 (Album Version) - MC Eiht

Written by：MC Eiht

Geah

Compton

Geah

Where we from

All day

The Weeest Side

All day

The West Side

All the time

The West Side

All day

The West Side

Ni**a

We from the West Side

All the time

I gots to get mine so I'mma take your

I do what I gotta do kick in some back doors geah

You don't work you don't eat is the scene

A ni**a like myself got to get me some green

I heard a ni**a say I got a little business trick

So smooth your momma won't know your tryin' to make a grip

I said what's that

He said don't worry about that

Just grab this muthaf**kin' gat and stick it behind your back

Where the f**k was we going I wondered didn't give a damn

Because the hood took me under

Stick the gat behind my back with an extra clip

My ni**a said E just watch your back and you best not slip

I said homie you don't know me

Don't you see saliva drippin' from my mouth I'm too hungry

Jump in the bucket f**k it

Take a look back at the crib then hit the pedal to put in my bid

We in the bucket best believe we gon' doing some lootin'

We got straps in our laps we gon' be doing some shootin'

Headed to the West Side

To start some sh*t fired up the blunt

To get my head buzzed to pull the hit

Now I'm ready to cook

Take the strap on my back and I take another look

I'm ready to do some muthaf**kin trippin'

I'm ready to hit your mutherf**kin' block

With it cocked catch you slippin' we in the bucket jettin'

Must be nearin' the spot because I'm sweatin' ah damn

My ni**a peeped and said

E sit back under the seat as he reached

Pulled out the Mac yeah it's on

Hit a couple of corners slow then he killed the lights geah

Grabs my strap cause tonight's the f**kin' night

I guess this is where the plot thickens

Niggas fix niggas pluck and f**k like some damn chickens

Fools just best stay hid

Ain't no shame

On the corner like Caine we might be poppin' off some damn kids

Jump out with the strap

Niggas caught off guard

Slipping hard

Running for the damn backyard run run run

Somebody got two keys behind a damn door

I look at my ni**a and say what we waiting for

He said I'm waiting on you

I said no sh*t

Then step aside

And watch this muthaf**kin' 9 spit

Ready to leave dead bodies on the curb

I'm gon' be sitting on fat when I get them birds

Not thinking nobody can do me

Through the back door I know it's looking like a f**kin' movie geah

Big boss man behind the chair and he's scared as f**k

Pop in clip number two and I commence to bust pop pop pop

Not giving a damn

Mentality's do or die

Hollow points hit the chair as the feather fly

I hear him scream out loud homey you dirty

I tell him shut the f**k up

Where's the birds

I grabs the suitcase

It's good that's right

Unloads my strap like a real G should

Like Santa Claus with a sack full of goods

I'm heading

Back to the hood

I'm back with a Mac

In the front seat of the Benz and I'm flossin'

Niggas get in my way and I'm tossin'

Not from Shaolin but I'm down with the Cream

They sayin' shame on a ni**a know what I mean

Geah but I'm just that type

The niggas gon' pop you on the late nite hype

West Side

Geah

Where we from

The West Side

Where we from

The West Side

Geah

C'mon

The West Side

C'mon y'all

1-5-9 all the time

C'mon y'all

Compton in this b**ch

Eihthype

Ya know

Just like last year I said my friend

Geah

B**ches sing

Come on

Geah