Mc Eiht - Dayz Of '89 Lyrics
GeahSome of that thug shitHoo-bangin gangstas 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 aint nuthin but money and hot ninesCrooked hoes, keepin hid from one...Check me outSomebody help me out the ghettoCause theres some things I just cant let go, uhMy mind takes a twirlLord, I try to cope with it, but I scream: *****s the world!Young nigga with dreams of schemes for the cashBut then awaken to the sounds of late nite gun blastsMy moms told my ass: hit the floor!Before the hot ones echo through the windowDamn, why the ***** its - my blockGraffiti lookin greedy and niggas who slangin rockFo sho, I wanna be like that, ***** mikeUnless mike was on the corner with a strap at nightGettin harrassed by the cops cause hes tryin to make some doughSo he can push up from a caddy and dumps the pintoSo everybody in the hood can cops the lleyoAnd I can collects the cash flowChrous:Life aint nuthin but money and hot ninesCrooked hoes, keepin hid from one-timeYou got your strap uh, I got mineTakin you back to the time of 89Pops sendin money in lines from out of stateBut too late, Im on the corner now way past eightBetter they be on the look out for dark head lightsOr get caught up in a twist of a long kiss goodnightLove the days of gettin paid with the cavi I clockWhen I roam the hard knocks are the court down blockTurnin tide, now you ***** niggas wanna tripWith a year-old cutlass and a bag full of gripsStill dips the hood, stay true is what they tell me***** you *****-ass niggas, know the nina never fail meLord, forgive me cause sometimes I cant dealWith the pressures from the hood where the mentality to killProtects me and my kids next, thats realJealous-ass *****es cause yall gots no skrillTime will revealI be damned if I let yall niggas stop my next mealChorus...Now I sits in late nite spots and clock chipsWith a bag of chips eatin loaded up extra clipsWatch out for the knock at the doThrow your money through the mail and pick up the damn blowQuickly now, dont let the po-po showOr Im hitted to the spot where the moon dont blowLifes a *****, lifes not a danceLifes too short for my ass to try to chanceLast place niggas get caught for the *****in dollarsHave your ass on g.r. while I dip impalasBlue-collar niggas sellin to white-collar foolsBut I dont givin a *****, yall know cash rulesPay ya dues, stay true to the streetGet your money, man, fo sho packs my heatTold by the gz that talk is cheapBut yall know since the days Im in too deepCmonChorus...Hoo-bangin in the house, cmonYou know the ***** we regulateFor all the thug niggas out thereThug niggas on the blockCompton to the fullestHoo-bangin till I die, niggaCheck this outChorus...GeahComptonGeahHoo-bangin to the fullestGeah
