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Hit the Floor
MC Eiht
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We came in the door, said it before
West side, East side when we hit the floor
Got the paper for sure, got green galore
And the homies be beggin' us to blow some more
Money makes the world stay up
That's why I fiends to hook us up on the late night hype
Cheese flips on the corner while we chill in the club
Short skirts put in work, straight show ya love
You know the title, heavyweight niggas with the green
Everybody know the spot, One Times ain't hot
Gots the bomb, everybody ugh, tell ya friends
C-P-T and the L-B back again
Bring the heat, Eiht and Daz with the paper
One Time won't be gabblin' for the caper
Can't see me, two black niggas from the West
Decide where they, who ride do it the best
No contest, C-P-T, so get it straight
Y'all don't know the program, switches on my Brougham
Skates to the L-B, three wheel motion
C-P-T chill with G's right next to the ocean
We came in the door, said it before
West side, East side when we hit the floor
Got the paper for sure, got green galore
And the homies be beggin' us to blow some more
We too rough, we too tough
And the gang that I hang with is just too much
And we'll scuff you up if you actin' up
Young Daz and Eiht, straight tossin' it up
Swervin' down the block as my system knock
Homies take what you got, you trip, you get shot
Come through like I usually do for you and who
Draped in blue, nothin' but riders in my crew
Throwin' it up, mad dog all in my cup
Smoke the blunt after blunt, ready to toss 'em up
Homie what, how you want it, ain't no survivors, just goners
It's gettin' hectic once the 9's start spittin'
Run around and lay every rapper down in your town
Wash 'em up just like the verdict come down
'Cause we'll take your grip, you trip and you grip
And this is how it is when we take your shh
We came in the door, said it before
West side, East side when we hit the floor
Got the paper for sure, got green galore
And the homies be beggin' us to blow some more
We came in the door, said it before
West side, East side when we hit the floor
Got the paper for sure, got green galore
And the homies be beggin' us to blow some more
Hit and run, just for fun
But ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
So stop fakin' baby 'cause we got paper to spend
More pesos, guaranteed to clock those
Supposed to I be's, the nigga with static
Watch my back, always packs the automatic
East Coast, West Coast, nigga that's ya dig
Bust a nigga on hood or split ya wig
But me I'm on the premium, never on the regular
Connects inbound trips on my cellular
I'm tellin' ya, must be the good life son
Land of the sunshine, crystal wine
Keeps One Times, thinkin' suspicious
26 S-5 chrome 20 inches
Must be the money from the rhyme (they don't know)
Must be the money from the game
We came in the door, said it before
West side, East side when we hit the floor
Got the paper for sure, got green galore
And the homies be beggin' us to blow some more
Who's ya friend or not, ya old potnas from the block
Takin' pot shots, tryin' to put my life to a stop
Prepare for the murder spree, bustin' 'em 'til I'm free
These bastards, never heard of me and never knew of me
Supposed to love me, homie show me
Through all the stuff that we been through, homie you owe me
Make you pay for surely
It's rough, off-brand homies gettin' rushed
On the boulevard, times is really gettin' rough
Call ya bluff, why you wanna always front
To be a all day G, it's a all day stunt
I'm from the East side of Long Beach and we roll deep
Creep and blow ya whole head off, get caught in the streets
'Cause we came in the door, said it before
West side, East side when we hit the floor
Got the paper for sure, got green galore
And the homies be beggin' us to blow some more
We came in the door, said it before
West side, East side when we hit the floor
Got the paper for sure, got green galore
And the homies be beggin' us to blow some more
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