Def Wish III

Lyrics

[Intro: MC Eiht] Gyeah! We in the motherfuckin' house MC Eiht, DJ Slip – 1/2 Oz.'s in the motherfuckin' house Niggas On Tha Run in the motherfuckin' house Lil Hawk 'n' Bird in the motherfuckin' house Eihthype in the house – bitch! And you can't stop the motherfuckin' bumrush – uh! Compton, fool Gyeah, nigga Real Compton, uh... [Verse 1: MC Eiht] You got it started, so let me finish, fool You can't fuck with the straight up menace, nigga It's time to pull your fuckin' card Bookworm, let me see ya squirm, 'cause you ain't that fuckin' hard, huh You tried to put Eiht to the test But ain't no way your bullet proof vest can protect that bird chest, nigga Call me the night creeper, the Grim Reaper Like Boss is deeper, can't escape the street sweeper, uh Say hello to the motherfuckin' tool, fool Ya tried to pimp, like you're so damn cool, nigga I fly heads, leave your whole family dead Save the drama for your mama, 'cause Eiht bucks lead, geah I catch that ass up on the flip–side Eiht unloaded a clip and–Quik died I'm giving you a chance, so get your bail on I'm taking my nine, and puttin' it to your fuckin' dome Now throw your fuckin' hands in the air When Eiht is evil, 'cause I got the damn Desert Eagle, nigga You on your ass like fast in a track–meet I fuck your ass like a hoodrat bitch in heat Take two to your chin, and, punk, I'm straight Like I said in the beginning, don't fuck with Eiht [Chorus: Carla Evans & MC Eiht] Don't fuck with Eiht (Geah), ohhhhh oh (Uh, gteah) Oh ohhhhh oh Don't fuck with Eiht, ohhhhh oh Oh ohhhhh oh Don't fuck with Eiht, ohhhhh oh Oh ohhhhh oh [Verse 2: MC Eiht & Carla Evans] I need two straps to complete the task Puttin' double the fuckin' holes up in your ass (Ohhhhh oh) Think fast, 'cause you ain't too "Quik" to get dealt wit' You just another punk ass bitch talking bullshit, uh (Ohhhhh oh) It's time to vamp, lick my nuts like a stamp Before your ass breaks camp, you get fucked like a tramp (Ohhhhh oh) Named David, they should call you Silly–Billy Mark-ass nigga gets rolled like a Philly And you don't wanna see me DJ Quik in a khaki bikini You're sheisty, conniving, skinny like a clucker Must be smokin', you's a short motherfucker (Ohhhhh oh) You can't handle these things when I slang to your cheek Like SWV, you're too "Weak" (Ohhhhh oh) Put your shit up on a hanger, never could ya fade a–Compton banga (Ohhhhh oh) Nigga, I'm the one who'll make ya cancel all your shows Strictly for my niggas, so fuck them hoes (Ohhhhh oh) No sing, no dance, no dance, no sing Just your bald-headed ass with your lips on my big fat thing Def Wish 3, fool, I lay ya to bed Nighty night, motherfucker, take two to the head Just some more Eiht shit for that punk that I pop, uh And it just don't stop, uh, and it won't stop And it don't stop, and it won't stop And it don't stop, and it won't stop, uh Don't fuck with Eiht, bitches, sing [Chorus: Carla Evans & MC Eiht, Both] Don't fuck with Eiht (Gyeah), ohhhhh oh (Niggas On Tha Run) Oh ohhhhh oh Don't fuck with Eiht, (Lil Hawk 'n' Bird) ohhhhh oh (Word, geah, uh) Oh ohhhhh oh Don't fuck with Eiht (Come on, sing), ohhhhh oh Oh ohhhhh oh Don't fuck with Eiht (And that's word, 1/2 Oz. in the motherfuckin' house), ohhhhh oh (Eihthype in the house, bitch) Oh ohhhhh oh [Outro: MC Eiht] So stay down, clown In the '94, ain't no love, hoe And after this one, punk ass, nigga You don't wanna fade it Gyeah! Compton in the house