Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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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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Geah Some of that thug shit Hoo-bangin gangstas 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 aint nuthin but money and hot nines Crooked hoes, keepin hid from one... Check me out Somebody help me out the ghetto Cause theres some things I just cant 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 My moms told my ass: hit the floor! Before the hot ones echo through the window Damn, why the fuck its - 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 hes 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 lleyo And I can collects the cash flow Chrous: Life aint nuthin but money and hot nines Crooked hoes, 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, Im 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 clock 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 cant deal With the pressures from the hood where the mentality to kill Protects me and my kids next, thats real Jealous-ass bitches cause yall gots no skrill Time will reveal I be damned if I let yall niggas stop my next meal Chorus... Now I sits in late nite spots and clock 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, dont let the po-po show Or Im hitted to the spot where the moon dont blow Lifes a bitch, lifes not a dance Lifes too short for my ass to try to chance Last place niggas get caught for the fuckin dollars Have your ass on g.r. while I dip impalas Blue-collar niggas sellin to white-collar fools But I dont givin a fuck, yall know cash rules Pay ya dues, stay true to the street Get your money, man, fo sho packs my heat Told by the gz that talk is cheap But yall know since the days Im in too deep Cmon Chorus... Hoo-bangin in the house, cmon 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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