Mc Eiht (cmw) Geez Make The Hood Go Round (rmx) Lyrics

Geez Make The Hood Go Round (rmx) Lyrics

* originally "Niggaz Make the Hood Go Round" on "We Come
Strapped"







Geah



In your shit for the 94 shot muthafucka



MC Eiht in the muthafuckin' house



And that's how we goin' doin' the shit



This goes out to all my G's, know I'm sayin', all my niggas



For the 94 shot



The funky ass hood mix



So peep game







Let me take you on a muthafuckin' trip wayback



When niggas 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 muthafuckas 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 ass 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 (nigga)



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 fuckin' ?? 



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)



Niggas and they ladies, havin' more babies (oh geah)



Better watch y'all or yo' assess'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



Niggas ain't playin' cause they shootin'



Keep a grip on yo' shit cause niggas 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 muthafuckin' house



And that's how we do it for the 94 you know I'm sayin', geah



Ain't nuthin' but them Compton muthafuckas, 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, nigga



That's right



Geah