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(feat. Compton's Most Wanted) Geah In the house (Come on) In the muthafuckin house (In the muthafuckin house) The VIII Hype thugs (Geah) Geah (Stick em) (Ain't nuthin to it But to do it) [VERSE 1] Call it what you want, but I need some ends (some ends) Cause without no ends, you gots no fuckin friends (no friends) Tired of pacin the damn flo' in wholly sweat socks Graduated from the fuckin school of hard knocks Moms used to kick me down with some loose change First summer when I start tryin to gangbang Everythang I was sportin was the color blue (Geah) Gave a mad fuck who I threw it up to (come on) Dip through, and you gon' get put on yo back 159 gees strapped with Macs (that's right) SongtexteNow let me down this St. Ides, cause it's all good Another experience when you're growin up in the hood I'm givin a fuck about school, a damn about moms Droppin plenty of bombs while passin car alarms (that's right) I got this glock cocked ready, and I'ma shoot it (Ready and I'ma shoot it) Ain't nuthin to it (Come on) Ain't nuthin to it But to do it But to do it But to do it Ain't nuthin to it But to do it [VERSE 2] Moms kicked me out at the age of 15 Cause she ain't havin this (ah-ah), her son a street pharmacist Had them clucks hoppin faster than jumpin jacks 1st and 15th tryin to get off them 50 packs (wassup?!) Hop my spot on the corner, "What you need?" Got my fuckin clientele, yes indeed (yes indeed) I play it off like I'm in school, at the bus stop Slingin this muthafuckin cavy to your moms and pops I stacks my chips and dips All around the neighborhood flossin, hoodrats I'm tossin The park rolls too tough Not givin a fuck about 'don't do drugs' and that dog McGruff (Ha-ha) My 50s turn to c's And pretty soon my c's turn to big-ass ki's (come on, ugh) Geah, baby, you know how we do it (That's right) ain't nuthin to it Somebody say Ain't nuthin to it But to do it But to do it But to do it I said Ain't nuthin to it But to do it (Who in the house?) VIII Hype in the house (That's right, come on) Ain't nuthin to it But to do it But to do it But to do it Ain't nuthin to it But to do it [VERSE 3] We go out for the dollar bill (bill) Niggas that kill (kill), tryin to be loc like Sugarhill Our shit's on tight, better yet late night hype Keep your shit on cool before you say goodnight For good (geah) Ain't no fuckin with the notorious hood Ain't never hesitant To clock them fuckin dead presidents We got connections from east to the westside Illegal runners who drops in a g ride (run, run, run) Packs and stacks of fat grips Nationwide service as we as we send em little bitches on trips (That's right) Ain't a damn thing funny (ah-ah) Like I say again, it's all for the money (it's all for the money) So listen how the ego's strive Ain't no Dolly Parton, fuck workin 9 to 5 (Workin) ain't nuthin to it (Geah, fool) but to do it Geah And that's how it's goin down in the 9 to the 6 With a bag of tricks for that bitch-ass Geah, uknowmsayin? So take a journey to the Hub, uknowmsayin? And you'll experience a new thang Dealin with the Hub City players, uknowmsayin The Westside, uknowmsayin? Give it up for prices that niggas just got to fuck wiht Tryina get it, uknowmsayin, that pro shit VIII Hype thugsters in the house Somebody take me out Geah Ain't nuthin to it But to do it But to do it But to do it Ain't nuthin to it But to do it (But to do it But to do it) You wanna make money? Nuthin to it, nuthin to it, nuthin to it Play on your honey? Nuthin to it, nuthin to it, nuthin to it Smoke some bud'? Nuthin to it, nuthin to it, nuthin to it Be a VIII Hype thug... Shit, that's kinda hard to do, big baby Aus Songtexte Mania