Mc Eiht - Geez Make the Hood Go Round (RMX) lyrics

* originally "n***as Make the Hood Go Round" on "We Come Strapped" Geah In your sh** for the 94 shot muthaf**a MC Eiht in the muthaf**in' house And that's how we goin' doin' the sh** This goes out to all my G's, know I'm sayin', all my n***as For the 94 shot The funky a** hood mix So peep game Let me take you on a muthaf**in' trip wayback When n***as that used to give their straps on ??? they packed (geah) Remember pops used to be an alcohol abuser (right) Remember when you wheeled the world around on your beach cruiser Remember moms waited on the County Check (geah) Thirteen, damn, need to pull a lick (that's right) Seen the bad influences on the block My homie handed me my first sack of bucks About the thousand muthaf**as on the street hanging (geah that's right) Tried to get their slang on definitely they bang on (what up homeboy?) Puttin' a sweat down a fool at the bus stop Wave your a** fast 'fore you hit the pop pop pop Hit the hood up everytime I go Tight Loc (that's right) O-B-G C-P-T (Compton) Disrespect the hood we put you down, geah Old school makes the hood go round, geah Ain't nuthin' but the Eihthype gang, uh Ain't nuthin' but the homies got slang, uh (geah) I said peace to the homies got bang, uh (n***a) It ain't nuthin' but the Compton thang, uh The hood done took under all kinds Got their mommas and their daddies In their Caddies all strapped with 9's I guess it's back in the 70's caps got peel Afros ho's ??? bills And everybody's up on the gank (right) In the parking lot, shots went out at Soul Train (pop pop pop) You best believe they gon' playin' how they sayin' Back to protect like Goldie the Mack With their leather jackets and their f**in' ?? Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, yeah they got 'em (geah) And givin' a damn if they spent time in jail Grabs their 38 and bail from Adam 12 A place where there's about a million crazy (right) n***as and they ladies, havin' more babies (oh geah) Better watch y'all or yo' a**ess'll be losin Drive-by's be poured by smokin' robbers and cruisers, geah Old school makes the hood go round, geah Old school makes the hood go round, geah It ain't nuthin' but the Compton thang, uh Damn, One Time's dirty (say why) Just heard my O.G. homie got 30 (damn) And he gon' be a locked up for a long long time (geah) But I'm straight at ??? got my first 9, uh (right) Because thangs ain't the same no mo' Adam 12 held to turn into 5.0 n***as ain't playin' cause they shootin' Keep a grip on yo' sh** cause n***as be lootin' Damn I thought I never see My O.G. on the wall R-I-P And for that I need your hood and wreck The enemy no friend of me, I blast with the Tec So gang way cause I'm goin' out with a fight The hood where is good to collect my stripes, geah That's the way it goes down (right) Peace to the deceased G's that made the hood go round, geah Chorus... And that's how it goes down in the 94 shot you know what I'm sayin' Geah, old school makes the hood go round The hood remix you know I'm sayin MC Eiht, DJ Slip in the muthaf**in' house And that's how we do it for the 94 you know I'm sayin', geah Ain't nuthin' but them Compton muthaf**as, fool Slangin' them thangs Make it a grip So don't trip or you'll get a fat lip Peace to the O.G. homeboys rest in peace you know I'm sayin', geah Old school makes the hood go round, geah... Geah, n***a That's right Geah