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MC Eiht - So Ruff lyrics
Geah Geah Geah Hoo-Bang, nigga Some of that futuristic shit For that ass Keepin it thuggish, though Check it out [ VERSE 1 ] The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff Eiht had enough, I'm smoking my fluff Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough My theme is I push music to driveby I slide through, scoop up four and ride high Strap under the seat my hood technique As I destroy your block like _Dante's Peak_ Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun On my turf puttin in work since day one Y'all ain't heard enough about a nigga singin the blues Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news John Walsh, wash me up, you're crazy Havin my face captured 180 Can't go there, ain't havin that, man, fuck The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck [ CHORUS ] Sometimes in the hood it's so rough That makes niggas from the hood stay tough Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs 16, double the stash, you do the math |
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