MC Eiht - Got Cha Humpin' lyrics

rate me

Geah

My nigga Muggs in the house

Who keeps you humpin'

Eihthype keeps you thumpin'

Always into somethin'

Westside got it going on

Westside got it going on

Who creeps in smooth with moves like Gotti

Trips to make grips and back to the party

Million dollar holler with the Jazzy Belles

97 makes moves with the freaky tales

Hold up, stop the presses

Floats to the club and show me love in little short dresses

From 8 at night till 6 in the morn'

Intend to get ?naked?, try to put me on

Tick tock, it don't stop, clock keeps tickin'

Pour one more and wait for the liquor to kick in

Lookin suspicious cause you don't know the game plan

To the V.I.P. you peeps the ?three span?

Naughty as I wanna be, so check it

Drama to the women I perfected to get naked

2 shots of the V.S.O.P. Ré–™y

Converstions as I tugs on your bikini

Got to get it, cause I've never had

Takes the party back to my pad, color me bad

Oops... I swoops up in the Coupe

One more pussy to loop, I'm knockin the boots

Geah

Who got you humpin'

Eihthype's always bumpin'

Always into somethin' (geah)

Westside's got it goin' on

Number one desperado, packin the hollows

In a nice tight suit with Christy to swallow

Who's the role model, bitch butt-naked on the boat

'cross the lake, we skate with the heavy weights

Can you feel me? Surfs all night, be rich

500 super sport, low-low's hittin' the switch

Gots long dough, fo' sho', cops paid by the month

Weekly in the club, gots ho's to hunt

Gets mine, nose to the grind, makes cheese

Ain't never seen three niggas like these

Still gots the connects, pulls china white from Muggs

Rolex, more sex by the Compton thugs

Senoritas and peso's for the Amigos

Wherever the wind blows, you're sure to see those

Heavyweight hustlers that got the green

Chronic, snaps and bitches, the American Dream

Geah

Chorus...

Makes me wanna throw my hands up and holler

It all seems like a dream

How we gettin the cream and still in Impalas, c'mon

If you gots the time, then I gots the time

Best not be that bitch dropped dime

Stops my money flow, where's my money, hoe?

Out the door, watch the pimp with the gangsta limp

Limo rides, westside, I keep it crackin

Thousand dollar suits while the Gators keep snappin

Bird flies in, top dollar bitches to stab

Sets up nice on Boom Bam ab

Makes me laugh sometimes... ha-ha

Fine bitches and money makes me do the cha cha

Ooh-lah-lah, 'cross the board money to spend

Open the door, bitch, get in

Chorus...

My nigga Muggs one time, c'mon

Geah

Ya know how we do, ya know how we do

Come on, get down like you live, get down like you live

Geah