Alwayz Somethang Lyrics

Alwayz Somethang lyrics

(Westside, in the house, for the ninteen ninety sick.
Yeah, Mc Eiht in the
house, Infinite Mass in the house.
And this is how we represent... check it
out!)

(MC Eiht)
We represent from six thousand miles away.
We get
our slang on, bang on, hang to the A.K.
You don't wanna play, say what you
say.
What the _ _ _ _, Westside puts it down all day.
Handle mine with
the nine-mill.
Clocking bills on the westside of the hill.
Ain't nothing
change but the scrilla'.
You don't work, you don't eat.
So Im nothing but
the killa.
Keep on sweating this Compton thang.
Eiht Da Mack come strap,
and high jack.
And damn plane, flowing like hawking birds.
You gets dub
by this criminal nigga on the run.
We bangs like Crips and
Bloods.
Straight thugs, from Comptown to Stocktown.
Killing and
drugs.
It don't matter where you at gee.
From under the fifty night to
Rinkeby.
We holds it down, E and the Infinite.
Bought it, twenty million
crowns.
One two one two, check it out!

chorus(*2)
We represent
from Comptown to Stocktown.
From block to block, glocks to glocks,
all
around.
You fucks around and you gets no pass
It's the MC Eiht baby down
with Infinite Mass.

(Cham)
For the one's who's down with the Eiht
hype sound.
From block to block, to da last busstop in your town.
I don't
mean to rag, but we've gots that shit.
Make weak rappers stand still, while
we be spitting 
out hits.
Foes get killed, everyday. And peace say may
West.
Cause Infinite Mass and MC eiht is like two to the chest.
That's
wheel, that's how I feel, I gots to be hard.
Cause the world is hard, Im
glad Im live, that's why I
thank god. 
Standing here, in the middle of
nowhere.
My mind is tripping on me cause, butter's gone there.
What
should I do? Im stronger than I thought.
Got my peeps together, and say,
let's do it from the heart.
Years went by, my click got tight.
Pimps and
hustlers on the late night hype.
On the next level, that no one can
fear.
Cham represent from my block, to your town.

chorus(*2)
We
represent from Comptown to Stocktown.
From block to block, glocks to
glocks,
all around.
You fucks around and you gets no pass
It's the MC
Eiht baby down with Infinite Mass.

(Rigo-Rod)
Foes be sayin' gees be
weak, while my block not.
Just squeete my homie Shelf. With the sock round
his glock.
And that's how we live in the R-I-N-K-E-B-Y.
The place I call
home, in the Stocktown zone.
And this is for all the slanging foes.
From
them one's locked down, to them still hanging in the hood.
And nothing new,
cause we been here for years.
With the Mass and the Compton Psycho droping
shit in your ears.
And every track we makes be banging, for the ninety
sick.
It's from Stocktown and Compton thanging.
And alot of groups out
there, the lack, with the Mass.
Rollin' with record-reppers, checking for
fast. 

chorous(*2)
We represent from Comptown to Stocktown.
From
block to block, glocks to glocks,
all around.
You fuck around and you
gets no pass
It's the MC Eiht baby down with Infinite Mass.

...Sweden
is the bomb, Stockholm is the bomb.
From Comptown to Stocktown, yoimsayin',
it's ALL GOOD...