Collect My Stripez

Lyrics

[Intro: MC Eiht] (Don't fuck around...) Geah In the mutherfuckin' house To the 9 to the 6 Compton in this - bitch, uh And we in this muthafucka lookin' too greedy This goin' out to all the Hub City players, baby Check it out [Verse 1: MC Eiht] Gang way 'cause I'm nuthin but a killer (Uh) A nigga that kill, that's real Eiht gon' steal to your (Uh) Mutherfuckin jaw (Jaw) Fuck the Southpaw We go knuckle to knuckle, I'mma watch your ass buckle (Geah) It seems that you talk much trash, but I'mma be like (uh) Rockets Hard to dump on that ass (Pop, pop, pop) Niggas lookin' faulty, you done fucked yourself this time With the notorious 1-59 You goin' be feelin' kinda nervous when we pass you (Uh) Your ride, full of holes, when we blast you (Geah) Got no muthafuckin' stripes at all Go toe to toe with the M.A. and they gon' fall, sucker Better duck, or, I'mma buck ya Serve you like a clucker, punk muthafucka You can't hang with the greatest heavy weights (Uh) Niggas on the Run, Lil Hawk & Bird, Da Foe and Eiht So, fool, get your flip on, you're trip on (Uh) Better skip on (Skip on) Before I get my clip on (Pop, pop) Geah, (geah), bitch, right (C'mon) And I'm just tryin' to collect my stripes (Uh) [Hook: MC Eiht] (Don't fuck around...) Nigga, uh Eiht Hype in the house, nigga Young Prod in the house, nigga Westside in the house [Verse 2: Young Prod] A Eastside rida (nigga), gots to put it down for the goods I'm slangin', G'd up, throwin up the hood (Gang) The homies got problems Swerve in an all gold Trey, dumpin' (Geah) Leanin' out the window deuce-five (oh), bust Givin a fuck like Ike Turner (Uh) Corner, One Time's at the light In motion, with my big homie on D's (C'mon) Since it's all about the hood I'm jumpin' out with the heat (geah), peep Hit that block and stop, I'm in traffic (Uh) Breakin' with the deuce-five strap Call me a classic A B.G. bustin' caps for stripes But now it's drastic I wish I had a plastic Glock And now we blastin' Muthafuckin' brains and thangs 'Cause I'm a bastard It ain't nuthin' but killin' When you dealin' with the evil side Caps get peeled And it's still to the G That's how it is Collectin' stripes [Hook: MC Eiht] (Don't fuck around...) Eiht Hype, big baby, geah... Eiht Hype, big baby, geah Eiht Hype, big baby, geah And ain't nuthin' but the killers in here Like I said once again, my friend Niggas in this muthafucka lookin' too greedy Geah, Watts Up, Rat, big baby We in the muthafuckin' house, geah [Verse 3: MC Eiht] Punk motherfuckers wanna act up (Uh, uh) How can you speak when you got no fuckin' back up? (No back up) I guess we got bitch niggas in the CPT Tryna represent but ain't worth nine cent (Ain't worth nine) Niggas need to get cut down to size Puttin' permanent marks under they motherfuckin' eyes (Ping) To be or not to be killed is the question (Uh) When I lay slugs in yo' muthafuckin' chest and You lookin' silly (silly) - billy (billy), goat, hit that high note As I slit your throat (Oooh) Can't stand it, goddamnit! (Uh) I'mma ram it (ram it), any time (time), any place like Janet (Uh) I'mma serve you like Flow and Mel's Diner (Geah) Then break your fragile-ass like some china Knick knack paddy wack, give a dog a bone (Haha) Scaredy cats need to get that ass on (Geah) We rolls heads like bowling balls (Get 'em) Serve your block with the Glock like house calls, geah (Uh) So don't be fuckin' with the crew when I'm buzzed Geah, right, and I'm just tryin to collect my stripes [Outro: MC Eiht] Nigga, uh Eiht Hype in the muthafuckin' house Like I said once again, my friend It ain't over till the fat bitch spit And she ain't spittin' shit 'Cause we ain't spittin' shit but the nina To the mutherfuckin' six, y'know I'm sayin'? Fuck all you fake-ass fools out there 'Cause we ain't nuthin' but the True Blue gangstas From the Hub City, y'know I'm sayin'? Westside hoo-ride all day Nigga, and we don't play Eiht Hype in the muthafuckin' house Erb