Текст песни MC Eiht - Dayz of `89, слова песни MC Eiht

Текст песни MC Eiht - Dayz of `89

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GeahSome of that thug shitHoo-Bangin` Gangsta`s in the houseRepresentin` for the WestCompton one timeCheck this out, uhGeahHoo-Bangin` in the houseWe gon` do it like thisCompton in the houseFor all the thug niggas out thereLife ain`t nuthin` but money and hot 9`sCrooked hoes, keepin` hid from one...Check me outSomebody help me out the ghettoCause there`s some things I justCan`t let go, uhMy mind takes a twirlLord, I try to cope with itBut I scream: fucks the world!Young nigga with dreams of schemesFor the cash but then awaken To the sounds of late nite gun blasts (boo-yaa!)My moms told my ass: hit the floor!Before the hot ones echo through the windowDamn, what the fuck it`s - my blockGraffiti lookin` greedy and niggas who slangin` rockFo` sho`I wanna be like that, fuck MikeUnless MikeWas on the corner with a strap at nightGettin harrassedBy the cops cause he`s tryin` to make some doughSo he can push up from a Caddy and dumps the PintoSo everybody in the hood can cops the llelloAnd I can collects the - cash flowLife ain`t nuthin` but money and hot 9`sCrooked ho`s, keepin` hid from One-TimeYou got your strap uh, I got mineTakin` you back to the time of `89Pops sendin money in linesFrom out of state, but too lateI`m on the corner now way past eightBetter they be on the look outFor dark head lightsOr get caught upIn a twist of a long kiss goodnightLove the days of gettin paidWith the cavi I cluck When I roam the hard knocks Are the court down block Turnin` tideNow you bitch niggas - wanna tripWith a year-old CutlassAnd a bag full of gripsStill dips the hood, stay trueIs what they tell me, fuck you bitch-ass niggasKnow the nina never fail meLord, forgive me cause sometimes I can`t dealWith the pressures from the hoodWhere the mentality to killProtects me and my kids next, that`s realJealous-ass bitches cause y`all gots no skrillTime will revealI be damned if ILet y`all niggas stop my next meal Chorus...Now I sits in late nite spots and cluck chipsWith a bag of chips eatin loaded up extra clipsWatch out for the knock at the do`Throw your money through the mail and pick up the damn blowQuickly now, don`t let the po-po showOr I`m hittedTo the spot where the moon don`t blowLife`s a bitch (uh)Life`s not a danceLife`s too short for my ass to try to chanceLast place niggas get caught with the fuckin dollarsHave your ass on G.R. while I dip ImpalasBlue-collar niggas sellin to white-collar foolsBut I don`t givin a fuck, y`all know cash rulesPay your dues, stay trueTo the streetGet your money, manFo` sho` packs my heatTold by the G`s that talk is cheapBut y`all know since the days I`m in too deepC`monChorus...Hoo-Bangin` in the house, c`monYou know the fuck we regulateFor all the thug niggas out thereThug niggas on the blockCompton to the fullestHoo-Bangin` till I die, niggaCheck this outChorus...GeahCompton GeahHoo-Bangin` to the fullestGeah

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Dayz of `89

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