MC Eiht — The Brew Took Me Unda

Here ye, here ye, y'all come kick it (Get a taste, get a taste) Here ye, here ye, y'all come kick it (Get a taste, get a taste) The hood done took me under, no wonder I'm still, chillin' in the city with no pity Stepped on my front porch to check my spot [?] to the store to get that crooked I shot I gots to have it in my body Bring about two or three cases to the party Yeah, don't give me that old school chicken bottle Don't try to fool son, I want the cool one The black can is the one that I'm lookin' for Make a stop at your neighborhood liquor store I save a quarter, just to pour it down Know it tastes good to my homies *censored* My Gs [?] and we chill like the outsiders On my front lawn, profilin' low-riders' I hit the main *censored* get loose Reached in my pocket, get out my deuce-deuce St. Ides, St. Ides (Get a taste)