top 100
·
top new
·
updates
·
submit lyrics
#
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
Correct Hit The Floor Lyrics
Lyrics
►
Artists: M
►
Mc Eiht
►
Correct Hit The Floor
Artist:
Song:
Comment:
Lyrics:
One two, one two We came in the door, said it before We came in the door, said it before West side, east side when we hit the floor Got the paper for sure, got chronic galore And the ho's keep beggin' us to blow some more Money makes the world stay up that's right Fiends to hook us up on the late night hype G's flips on the corner while we chill in the club Short skirts put in work, straight show you love You know the title Heavy weight nigga with the green, everybody know the spot One times ain't hot gots the bomb Everybody tell your friends CPT and the LB back again Bring your heat Eiht and Daz with the paper One time won't be gafflin' for the caper Can't see me two black niggas from the west Decide where they hoo-ride, two of the best No contest CPT so get it straight Y'all don't know the program, switches on my brougham Skates to the LB, three wheel motion CPT 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 chronic galore And the ho's keep beggin' us to blow some more We too rough, we too tough And the niggas that I hang with is just too much And we'll fuck you up when we acting up Dat nigga Daz and Eiht straight fuckin' shit up Swervin' down the block as my system knock Niggas take what you got, get trip, you get shot Come through like we usually do for you and who Draped in blue nuthin' but riders in my crew Throwin' it up mad dog, all in my cup Smokin' blunt after blunt ready to fuck shit up, nigga what? How you want it, ain't no survivors, just goners It's gettin' hectic when the nine start spittin' Burn around and lay every rapper down in your town Wash 'em up just like the verdict come down We'll take your shit your bitch and your grip And this is how it is when we take your shit We came in the door, said it before West side, east side when we hit the floor Got the paper for sure got chronic galore And the ho's keep 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 chronic galore And the ho's keep beggin' us to blow some more Hit and run just for fun But it ain't no fun if the homies can't have none Stop fakin', baby, 'cause we got paper to spend More peso's, guaranteed to clock those Suppose I be's the nigga with static Watch my back, always packs the automatic East coast, west coast fuck that, you dig Niggas in your own hood'll split your wig But me, I'm on the premium never on the regular Connects in bound, trips on my cellular I'm telling ya it must be the good life, son Land of the sunshine, crystal wine Keeps one time thinkin', suspicious Twenty-six S-5 hun', twenty inches Must be the money from the rob, they don't know Must be the money from the gang, for sure We came in the door, said it before West side, east side when we hit the floor Got the paper for sure, got chronic galore And the ho's keep beggin' us to blow some more Who's your friend or not? Your old partners from the block Take and pop shots tryin' to put my life to a stop Prepare for the murder spree Bustin' until I'm free of these bastards Never heard of me and never knew of me Supposed to love me, homie, show me Through all the shit that we been through homie, you owe me Make you pay for sure, it is rough Off brand niggas getting rushed On the boulevard, times is really gettin' rough Call your bluff, why you wanna always front To be a all day nigga it's a all day stunt I'm from the east side of long beach, and we roll deep Creep and blow your whole head off You're caught in the street 'cause We came in the door, said it before West side, east side when we hit the floor Got the paper for sure, got chronic galore And the ho's keep 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 chronic galore And the ho's keep beggin' us to blow some more One two, one two I said, "The half ounce crew" We came in the door, we came in the door We came in the door, we came in the door West side, east side when we hit the floor West side, east side when we hit the floor Got the paper for sure, got chronic galore Got the paper for sure, got chronic galore And the ho's keep beggin' us to blow some more
add rows