Tough Guyz Lyrics
| Song | Tough Guyz |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Album | Last Man Standing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Allen, Heisser, Tyler | |
| Yo | |
| Geah | |
| Yo | |
| Half ounce in the house, what? | |
| Check it out, check it out | |
| Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won't get hit, geah | |
| We got the ho's locked down | |
| Half ounce in the house | |
| It's like this | |
| Mon diggi | |
| Yo | |
| Stick 'em | |
| [mon-diggi] | |
| My visions outta focus cause i lit the hocus-pocus | |
| All i'm leavin' for you vultures is a couple of cockroaches | |
| Mon-diggi split your wiggy - probably incidental | |
| When i rape your instrumental but we gon' keep that confidential | |
| I really can keep a secret but you tellin' lies | |
| Hesitant to represent | |
| You like a bitch in disguise | |
| Talkin' about you need a trend so you can wet the tough guyz | |
| And suspense is your evidence, lay it to scuff guys | |
| Must i - do the cappin', i would love to keep rappin' | |
| But i heard you always packin' and bitch-made when it come to scrappin' | |
| Mon-d, sinister m.c. is x-fac'in' | |
| Lookin' for your captain so i can smack and p.d. wack him | |
| My tactics are more than just bad bitches and back | |
| Shiiit, jackie chan would fuck around and get his ass blasted | |
| Stupid bastard - diggi blessed the session | |
| Niggas in my section are lookin' for some new direction | |
| [eiht] | |
| Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won't get hit | |
| We gots the ho's locked down from town to town | |
| And we keep on payin', don't give a fuck what you sayin' | |
| Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won't get hit | |
| We gots the ho's locked down from town to town | |
| And we keep on playin', so fuck what you sayin', geah | |
| [boom bam] | |
| We got problems that you wouldn't believe | |
| The world is filled with hatred, player haters and greed (geah) | |
| And i can't lie - cause we all done took part in it | |
| And ain't no pointin' no muthafuckin' fingers of who done started it | |
| You gotta be down for your get down | |
| You gotta be ready to put your hit down | |
| Then ready to split your grip down (geah) | |
| The middle - gotta be fair | |
| Signs posted in the hood, all niggas beware, now check it | |
| (check it out) | |
| One time can't maintain no order | |
| They the ones gettin' checked, need a restrainin' order (chin chin) | |
| Against niggas like me that's on the warpath | |
| So get your umbrellas ready because the forecast is gloomy | |
| My extra large t-shirt be roomy | |
| For the gat that i pack, new jacks that wanna do me | |
| L.a. is the place where punks die quick | |
| (half ounce is the click you can't fuck with) | |
| [eiht] | |
| Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won't get hit | |
| We got the ho's locked down from town to town | |
| And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin'... | |
| Criminal minded's the kingpin, i starts my lootin' | |
| Killin' these bitch-ass niggas when i starts my shootin' | |
| Hundred miles and runnin' stops from the cops | |
| In the back seat hops as i starts to pop | |
| Givin' a fuck, got the extra clip in the under cover | |
| Blast with the ski mask, blame it on another | |
| Old dirty e from the c-p-t | |
| Still kill from c to shine m.c. | |
| Deadly catastrophe | |
| Competition, compete it's costly | |
| Killing you softly | |
| Holes in your body with the shotty (boom boom) | |
| Where's the party, it's killin' any - body (geah) | |
| Ho's turn silly like the ??? | |
| Evil stunts like ??? packs my piece | |
| Before i escape, uh | |
| Eiht ain't done yet | |
| Kill 'em all | |
| And ride into the sunset | |
| Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won't get hit | |
| We got the ho's locked down from town to town | |
| And we keep on playin' so what you sayin' | |
| Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won't get hit | |
| We got the ho's locked down from town to town | |
| And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin' | |
| Geah | |
| Come on | |
| Half ounce in the house | |
| Half ounce in your mouth bitch |
| zuo ci : Allen, Heisser, Tyler | |
| Yo | |
| Geah | |
| Yo | |
| Half ounce in the house, what? | |
| Check it out, check it out | |
| Don' t be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won' t get hit, geah | |
| We got the ho' s locked down | |
| Half ounce in the house | |
| It' s like this | |
| Mon diggi | |
| Yo | |
| Stick ' em | |
| mondiggi | |
| My visions outta focus cause i lit the hocuspocus | |
| All i' m leavin' for you vultures is a couple of cockroaches | |
| Mondiggi split your wiggy probably incidental | |
| When i rape your instrumental but we gon' keep that confidential | |
| I really can keep a secret but you tellin' lies | |
| Hesitant to represent | |
| You like a bitch in disguise | |
| Talkin' about you need a trend so you can wet the tough guyz | |
| And suspense is your evidence, lay it to scuff guys | |
| Must i do the cappin', i would love to keep rappin' | |
| But i heard you always packin' and bitchmade when it come to scrappin' | |
| Mond, sinister m. c. is xfac' in' | |
| Lookin' for your captain so i can smack and p. d. wack him | |
| My tactics are more than just bad bitches and back | |
| Shiiit, jackie chan would fuck around and get his ass blasted | |
| Stupid bastard diggi blessed the session | |
| Niggas in my section are lookin' for some new direction | |
| eiht | |
| Don' t be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won' t get hit | |
| We gots the ho' s locked down from town to town | |
| And we keep on payin', don' t give a fuck what you sayin' | |
| Don' t be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won' t get hit | |
| We gots the ho' s locked down from town to town | |
| And we keep on playin', so fuck what you sayin', geah | |
| boom bam | |
| We got problems that you wouldn' t believe | |
| The world is filled with hatred, player haters and greed geah | |
| And i can' t lie cause we all done took part in it | |
| And ain' t no pointin' no muthafuckin' fingers of who done started it | |
| You gotta be down for your get down | |
| You gotta be ready to put your hit down | |
| Then ready to split your grip down geah | |
| The middle gotta be fair | |
| Signs posted in the hood, all niggas beware, now check it | |
| check it out | |
| One time can' t maintain no order | |
| They the ones gettin' checked, need a restrainin' order chin chin | |
| Against niggas like me that' s on the warpath | |
| So get your umbrellas ready because the forecast is gloomy | |
| My extra large tshirt be roomy | |
| For the gat that i pack, new jacks that wanna do me | |
| L. a. is the place where punks die quick | |
| half ounce is the click you can' t fuck with | |
| eiht | |
| Don' t be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won' t get hit | |
| We got the ho' s locked down from town to town | |
| And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin'... | |
| Criminal minded' s the kingpin, i starts my lootin' | |
| Killin' these bitchass niggas when i starts my shootin' | |
| Hundred miles and runnin' stops from the cops | |
| In the back seat hops as i starts to pop | |
| Givin' a fuck, got the extra clip in the under cover | |
| Blast with the ski mask, blame it on another | |
| Old dirty e from the cpt | |
| Still kill from c to shine m. c. | |
| Deadly catastrophe | |
| Competition, compete it' s costly | |
| Killing you softly | |
| Holes in your body with the shotty boom boom | |
| Where' s the party, it' s killin' any body geah | |
| Ho' s turn silly like the ??? | |
| Evil stunts like ??? packs my piece | |
| Before i escape, uh | |
| Eiht ain' t done yet | |
| Kill ' em all | |
| And ride into the sunset | |
| Don' t be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won' t get hit | |
| We got the ho' s locked down from town to town | |
| And we keep on playin' so what you sayin' | |
| Don' t be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won' t get hit | |
| We got the ho' s locked down from town to town | |
| And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin' | |
| Geah | |
| Come on | |
| Half ounce in the house | |
| Half ounce in your mouth bitch |
| zuò cí : Allen, Heisser, Tyler | |
| Yo | |
| Geah | |
| Yo | |
| Half ounce in the house, what? | |
| Check it out, check it out | |
| Don' t be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won' t get hit, geah | |
| We got the ho' s locked down | |
| Half ounce in the house | |
| It' s like this | |
| Mon diggi | |
| Yo | |
| Stick ' em | |
| mondiggi | |
| My visions outta focus cause i lit the hocuspocus | |
| All i' m leavin' for you vultures is a couple of cockroaches | |
| Mondiggi split your wiggy probably incidental | |
| When i rape your instrumental but we gon' keep that confidential | |
| I really can keep a secret but you tellin' lies | |
| Hesitant to represent | |
| You like a bitch in disguise | |
| Talkin' about you need a trend so you can wet the tough guyz | |
| And suspense is your evidence, lay it to scuff guys | |
| Must i do the cappin', i would love to keep rappin' | |
| But i heard you always packin' and bitchmade when it come to scrappin' | |
| Mond, sinister m. c. is xfac' in' | |
| Lookin' for your captain so i can smack and p. d. wack him | |
| My tactics are more than just bad bitches and back | |
| Shiiit, jackie chan would fuck around and get his ass blasted | |
| Stupid bastard diggi blessed the session | |
| Niggas in my section are lookin' for some new direction | |
| eiht | |
| Don' t be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won' t get hit | |
| We gots the ho' s locked down from town to town | |
| And we keep on payin', don' t give a fuck what you sayin' | |
| Don' t be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won' t get hit | |
| We gots the ho' s locked down from town to town | |
| And we keep on playin', so fuck what you sayin', geah | |
| boom bam | |
| We got problems that you wouldn' t believe | |
| The world is filled with hatred, player haters and greed geah | |
| And i can' t lie cause we all done took part in it | |
| And ain' t no pointin' no muthafuckin' fingers of who done started it | |
| You gotta be down for your get down | |
| You gotta be ready to put your hit down | |
| Then ready to split your grip down geah | |
| The middle gotta be fair | |
| Signs posted in the hood, all niggas beware, now check it | |
| check it out | |
| One time can' t maintain no order | |
| They the ones gettin' checked, need a restrainin' order chin chin | |
| Against niggas like me that' s on the warpath | |
| So get your umbrellas ready because the forecast is gloomy | |
| My extra large tshirt be roomy | |
| For the gat that i pack, new jacks that wanna do me | |
| L. a. is the place where punks die quick | |
| half ounce is the click you can' t fuck with | |
| eiht | |
| Don' t be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won' t get hit | |
| We got the ho' s locked down from town to town | |
| And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin'... | |
| Criminal minded' s the kingpin, i starts my lootin' | |
| Killin' these bitchass niggas when i starts my shootin' | |
| Hundred miles and runnin' stops from the cops | |
| In the back seat hops as i starts to pop | |
| Givin' a fuck, got the extra clip in the under cover | |
| Blast with the ski mask, blame it on another | |
| Old dirty e from the cpt | |
| Still kill from c to shine m. c. | |
| Deadly catastrophe | |
| Competition, compete it' s costly | |
| Killing you softly | |
| Holes in your body with the shotty boom boom | |
| Where' s the party, it' s killin' any body geah | |
| Ho' s turn silly like the ??? | |
| Evil stunts like ??? packs my piece | |
| Before i escape, uh | |
| Eiht ain' t done yet | |
| Kill ' em all | |
| And ride into the sunset | |
| Don' t be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won' t get hit | |
| We got the ho' s locked down from town to town | |
| And we keep on playin' so what you sayin' | |
| Don' t be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit | |
| Only west side allowed and we won' t get hit | |
| We got the ho' s locked down from town to town | |
| And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin' | |
| Geah | |
| Come on | |
| Half ounce in the house | |
| Half ounce in your mouth bitch |
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