DJ Slip - Late Nite Hype Part 2 lyrics

Geah Compton Geah Where we from? All day... The Weeest Side... All day n***a We from the West Side (1-5-9) 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 n***a like myself got to get me some green I heard a n***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 bout that! Just grab this muthaf**in' gat and stick it behind your back Where the f** 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 n***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** 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**, 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**in trippin' I'm ready to hit your mutherf**in block With it co*ked, catch you slippin, we in the bucket jettin' Must be nearin the spot because I'm sweatin (ah, damn!) My n***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 k**ed the lights (geah) Grabs my strap cause tonight's the f**in night I guess this is where the plot thickens n***as fix, n***as pluck and f** 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 n***as 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 n***a and say: what we waiting for? He said: I'm waiting on you I said: no sh**? Then step aside And watch this muthaf**in 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**in' movie (geah) Big boss man behind the chair and he's scared as f** 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** 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' n***as get in my way and I'm tossin' Not from Shaolin but I'm down with the Cream They sayin' shame on a n***a, know what I mean? Geah but I'm just that type The n***as gon' pop you on the late nite hype West Side... Geah Where we from... The West Side... Geah C'mon C'mon y'all 1-5-9 all the time... C'mon y'all Compton in this b**h Eihthype... Ya know Just like last year I said my friend Geah b**hes sing! Come on Geah