MC Eiht & Young Maylay - Rap
Runn The Blocc (Remix) by MC Eiht & Young Maylay Lyrics
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Duration: 4:13
Lyrics
[Verse 1: MayLAy] MayLAy shoot the shit since the youth at risk The big homies knew what crew to pick Who was with the missions for the hittin' Someone's breakin' and enterin', others takin', deliverin', the caterin', the kitchen men The difference then, blacks owned hella houses If you was snitchin', wasn't livin' to tell about it If you was right, we'd fight all day and night But doing wrong, you on your own for life I'm from Los Angeles, big guns, women, and cannabis Niggas can't run from where the cameras is Cause when the bird hit the light, it turn midnight bright Another term for the chips, with the flicks and the kites We like lowriders, and hogg motorcycles And we'll go psycho, with rifles like white folks Tell em' Eiht, its West Coast, till my eyes closed With one shot, plus i'm blindfold [Chorus: MC Eiht] Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots [Verse 2: MC Eiht] One time, swoop up on the blocc tryna take mine I hop some fences Now it's a footchase, tryna dash for freedom It's money over everything, we don't see 'em Fuck the census, since I was a lad It was hood took me under, motherfucker I'm bad Sad day, the homie got jacked And shot in the process, geah that's wack I get em' on everything, we get back Necessary be the time, geah when shit crack Community resources the source be My income streak, and they come so regularly The enemy come, so ya better be ready G So, when I aim, better hold it steadily Shit, call it the warzone, life in the land Where it's follow the rules or they reprimand I rep for the west, so the Eiht can handle Compton for the hood's what the fuck I stand for Geah Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Geah, geah, geah… [Chorus: MC Eiht] Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots [Verse 3: MC Eiht] I'm on the blocc, with a 30 deuce deuce And a colt 45 like Pac got Juice Still a nigga struggle, so the yay produce It's all for the money, so a nigga could lose Cuz, it was Nissan trucks And the ugly rat bitch, back then, was a duck I told the hoe bitch, get the duck sick Round up the baby gangsters, hit a lick One shot, now its life up state The homie from the hood turned up my cell mate Love for the hood Hater motherfucker gave a nigga all day, but I stay all good I hit the streets, right back in One time's on my coattails, niggas can't win That's the motto, hustle hood rich Compton all day, yes, fuck a bitch Compton forever, West the best loc, yeah keep it together When it's cruising down the street, in a lowrider Eiht and MayLAy, all day, Westsiders, geah [Chorus: MC Eiht] Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots [Outro: DJ Premier Scratch] Welcome to the West I serve you till you fed up and still won't let up Welcome to the West I serve you till you fed up and still won't let up Welcome to the, to the, to the West I serve you till you fed up and still won't let up Welcome to the, the, the West I serve you till you fed up and still won't let up
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Meaning of "Runn The Blocc (Remix)" by MC Eiht
The lyrics paint a stark picture of life and survival on the West Coast, specifically in Los Angeles and Compton. The opening lines immediately establish a sense of ingrained street knowledge and loyalty, where choosing the right crew was crucial for navigating dangerous situations like breaking and entering or 'takin', deliverin'.' The narrator recalls a time when community boundaries were fiercely enforced, with severe consequences for snitching. This sets a tone of raw authenticity and a deep-rooted connection to the 'hood, emphasizing a code of conduct where solidarity was paramount, and betrayal meant permanent ostracization. The central tension revolves around the constant threat and the need for vigilance. The lyrics describe a cycle of conflict and retaliation, where 'hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks' implies both the presence of firearms and the pervasive sound of the streets. The narrator acknowledges the harsh realities, like a friend getting 'jacked / And shot in the process,' underscoring the ever-present danger. This environment demands readiness, as 'the enemy come, so ya better be ready G,' highlighting a life where survival often depends on being armed and prepared to defend one's territory and reputation. A striking element is the juxtaposition of pride in their West Coast identity with the grim circumstances. The imagery of 'lowriders, and hogg motorcycles' and the declaration 'its West Coast, till my eyes closed' showcase a cultural affirmation. However, this is immediately contrasted with the readiness to 'go psycho, with rifles.' The lyrics also touch on the economic drivers, stating 'It's money over everything,' and the struggle for survival, where 'the yay produce' is a means to an end. The repeated question, 'Who runn the bloccs?', serves as a defiant assertion of control and presence in a territory defined by its challenges and the resilience of its inhabitants. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their unflinching portrayal of a specific reality. The direct, unvarnished language and the recurring motifs of loyalty, danger, and territorial assertion create a powerful sense of immersion. The chorus acts as a constant reminder of who holds power and the methods employed to maintain it. The narrative isn't just about violence; it's about the intricate social dynamics, the codes of honor, and the enduring spirit of a community forged in adversity, all delivered with a confident, West Coast swagger.
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