Bon Jovi & Jon Bon Jovi

Bon Jovi & Jon Bon Jovi - If I Could Make A Living Out of Loving You lyrics

Geah

Eihthype in the muthafuckin house

MC Eiht, DJ Slip

Half Ounce in the mutherfuckin house

It all starts in them muthafuckin streets

with the shooting up, bang bang

From the quiet neighbourhoods to them loc'd out Compton gangs

From they mommas to they daddies to they grands

Passed generations with rags in they fuckin' hands

And living in Compton you can't deal with the hassle

Uh, living in Compton one time's tryin' to gaffle

Uh, living in Compton boy you better think fast

Niggas ain't fuckin around, they'll put a slug in your ass

Never givin a fuck goin' out like geez

Slangin them keys, jackin naked body on D's

Do or die is the motto that we strive to live

Do a muthafuckin drive-by on your wife and kids

From every hood to block to park to street

You cross the wrong fuckin' line and your ass gets beat

One for all, all for one is how we go down

Niggaz make the muthafuckin hood go round

That's righ, geah

Niggas make the hood... geah... go

You know...

The hood done took under all kinds, yeah I know

From my homies down in Watts to the G's in Chicago

(hey what's up homeboy?)

What's up? And everybody's up on the gank

It don't matter how the fuckin blood splatter, long as get yo' bank

Real G's come in all shapes and sizes

Dottin' your eyeses, packin all kinda surprises

The type of niggas that don't give a fuck about one time

Fill they fuckin' car full of holes with this brand new 9 (pop pop)

And now your shit outta luck

Niggas ain't fuckin around when they hood starts throwing down (geah)

Caps get peeled with this hot ass A.K.

Ain't no stoppin' cause we poppin' punks on rainy days

A place where there's about a million night stalkers

Gangsta walkers, muthafuckin' shit talkers

Throw your straps in the air when you hear the sound (yeah)

Niggaz make the muthafuckin' hood go round

Geah

Niggas make the hood... go

You know

Damn the hood is kinda hot (say why)

Just heard one of the fuckin homies got shot (shit)

And we don't need it cause it's some shit that we just went through

At Martin Luther King guess who we ran into

The enemy, no friend of me, homies grab your straps (what's up?)

In the waiting room it's time to peel some fuckin caps

And ain't no losin cause we already lost

The homie from the hood so they asses get tossed

And ain't no cowards from my camp, so homie let's dump

Fill they ass full of holes right after we stomp

That's the way it happens, the way I'm sayin'

Fool, niggas from the old school ain't playin (geah)

You got beef? Muthafucka that's cool (you got beef?)

Say hello to the mutherfuckin tool (what's up man?)

We cap yo' ass so ya know you're goin' down

Niggas make the mutherfuckin hood go round (geah)

Geah

Niggas make the hood... go

You know

Geah

Geah

And this is going out to all the real Compton niggas, geah

You know what I'm saying

And you can't stop the mutherfuckin' bum rush

Half Ounce in the muthafuckin' house, geah

And we puttin' it down for all the real Compton niggas y'know I'm sayin

Ain't no faking homeboy

Eihthype's in this bitch for the 94

MC Eiht, DJ Slip, Boom Bam, Tha Chill,

my homeboy D.U.I., Lil Hawk & Bird

Y'know I'm sayin, geah

And this is how we doin in, you know I'm sayin

And peace to all the real Compton city G's

Yo Willie, take me outta here

Yeah what's up, geah

Eihthype's in this bitch

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