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Артист: MC EihtНазвание : Dayz of `89Данные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : gangsta rap west coast hip-hop rap compton gangsta rap west coast hip-hop rap compton Видео:
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Some of that thug shit Hoo-Bangin` Gangsta`s in the house Representin` for the West Compton one time Check this out, uh Geah Hoo-Bangin` in the house We gon` do it like this Compton in the house For all the thug niggas out there Life ain`t nuthin` but money and hot 9`s Crooked hoes, keepin` hid from one... Check me out Somebody help me out the ghetto Cause there`s some things I just Can`t let go, uh My mind takes a twirl Lord, I try to cope with it But I scream: fucks the world! Young nigga with dreams of schemes For 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 window Damn, what the fuck it`s - my block Graffiti lookin` greedy and niggas who slangin` rock Fo` sho` I wanna be like that, fuck Mike Unless Mike Was on the corner with a strap at night Gettin harrassed By the cops cause he`s tryin` to make some dough So he can push up from a Caddy and dumps the Pinto So everybody in the hood can cops the llello And I can collects the - cash flow Life ain`t nuthin` but money and hot 9`s Crooked ho`s, keepin` hid from One-Time You got your strap uh, I got mine Takin` you back to the time of `89 Pops sendin money in lines From out of state, but too late I`m on the corner now way past eight Better they be on the look out For dark head lights Or get caught up In a twist of a long kiss goodnight Love the days of gettin paid With the cavi I cluck When I roam the hard knocks Are the court down block Turnin` tide Now you bitch niggas - wanna trip With a year-old Cutlass And a bag full of grips Still dips the hood, stay true Is what they tell me, fuck you bitch-ass niggas Know the nina never fail me Lord, forgive me cause sometimes I can`t deal With the pressures from the hood Where the mentality to kill Protects me and my kids next, that`s real Jealous-ass bitches cause y`all gots no skrill Time will reveal I be damned if I Let y`all niggas stop my next meal Chorus... Now I sits in late nite spots and cluck chips With a bag of chips eatin loaded up extra clips Watch out for the knock at the do` Throw your money through the mail and pick up the damn blow Quickly now, don`t let the po-po show Or I`m hitted To the spot where the moon don`t blow Life`s a bitch (uh) Life`s not a dance Life`s too short for my ass to try to chance Last place niggas get caught with the fuckin dollars Have your ass on G.R. while I dip Impalas Blue-collar niggas sellin to white-collar fools But I don`t givin a fuck, y`all know cash rules Pay your dues, stay true To the street Get your money, man Fo` sho` packs my heat Told by the G`s that talk is cheap But y`all know since the days I`m in too deep C`mon Chorus... Hoo-Bangin` in the house, c`mon You know the fuck we regulate For all the thug niggas out there Thug niggas on the block Compton to the fullest Hoo-Bangin` till I die, nigga Check this out Chorus... Geah Compton Geah Hoo-Bangin` to the fullest Geah | Похожие исполнители:
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