Robert "Fonksta" Bacon - Collect My Stripez lyrics

[Intro: MC Eiht] (don't f** around...) Geah In the mutherf**in house To the 9 to the 6 Compton in this b**h, uh And we in this muthaf**a lookin' too greedy This goin' out to all the Hub city players baby Check it out [MC Eiht] Gang way cause I'm nuthin but a k**er A n***a that k**, that's real Eiht gon' steal to your Mutherf**in jaw f** the southpaw We go knuckle to knuckle, I'mma watch your a** buckle (geah) It seems that you talk much trash but I'mma be like Rockets Hard to dump on that a** (pop pop pop) n***as lookin' faulty, you done f**ed yourself this time With the notorious 1-59 You goin be feelin kinda nervous when we pa** you Your ride full of holes when we blast you Got no muthaf**in stripes at all Go toe to toe with the M.A. and they gon' fall s**er Better duck ah, I'mma buck ya Serve you like a clucker, punk muthaf**a You can't hang with the greatest heavy weights n***as On The Run, Lil Hawk & Bird, Da Foe and Eiht So fool get your flip on, you're trip on Better skip on Before I get my clip on Geah, b**h, right And I'm just tryin' to collect my stripes [Hook] (don't f** around...) n***a Eihthype in the house n***a Young Prod in the house n***a Westside in the house [YOUNG PROD] A East Side Ridah Gots to put it down for the goods I'm slangin' G'd up, throwin up the hood (gangsta) The homies got problems Swerve in an all gold trey, dumpin' (geah) Leanin' out the window deuce-five, bust Givin a f** like Ike Turner Corner, one times at the light In motion With my big homie on D's (c'mon) Since it's all about the hood I'm jumpin out with the heat, peep Hit that block and stop, I'm in traffic Breakin with the deuce-five strap Call me a cla**ic A B.G. bustin caps for stripes But now it's drastic I wish I had a plastic Glock And now we blastin Muthaf**a brains and thangs Cause I'm a ba*tard It ain't nuthin but k**in When you dealin with the evil side Caps get peeled And it's still to the G That's how it is Collectin' stripes [Hook] (don't f** around...) Eihthype big baby, geah... And ain't nuthin but the k**ers in here Like I said once again my friend n***as in this muthaf**a lookin' too greedy Geah, watts up rat big baby We in the muthaf**in house, geah [MC Eiht] Punk mutherf**ers wanna act up How can you speak when you got no f**in back up? I guess we got b**h n***as in the C.P.T Tryin to represent but ain't worth nine cent n***as need to get cut down to size Puttin permanent marks under they mutherf**in eyes To be or not to be k**ed is the question When I lay slugs in they muthaf**in chest and You lookin silly - billy Don't hit that high note As I slit your throat Can't stand it, goddamnit! I'mma ram it Any time, any place like Janet I'mma serve you like Flow and Mel's diner Then break your fragile-a** like some china Knick knack paddy wack, give a dog a bone Scaredy cats need to get that a** on We rolls heads like bowling balls Serve your block with the Glock like house calls (geah) So don't be f**in with the crew when I'm buzzed Geah, right and I'm just tryin to collect my stripes [Outro: MC Eiht] n***a, uh Eihthype in the muthaf**in house Like I said once again my friend It ain't over till the fat b**h spit And she ain't spittin sh** Cause we ain't spittin' sh** but the nina To the mutherf**in six, y'know I'm sayin? f** all you fake-a** fools out there Cause we ain't nuthin but the True Blue gangstas From the Hub city y'know I'm sayin? West Side hoo-ride all day n***a and we don't play Eihthype in the muthaf**in house, erb