Dayz of 89

<br>Geah<br><br>Some of that thug shit<br><br>Hoo-bangin gangstas in the house<br><br>Representin for the west<br><br>Compton one time<br><br>Check this out, uh<br><br><br><br>Geah<br><br>Hoo-bangin in the house<br><br>We gon do it like this<br><br>Compton in the house<br><br>For all the thug niggas out there<br><br>Life aint nuthin but money and hot nines<br><br>Crooked hoes, keepin hid from one...<br><br>Check me out<br><br><br><br>Somebody help me out the ghetto<br><br>Cause theres some things I just cant let go, uh<br><br>My mind takes a twirl<br><br>Lord, I try to cope with it, but I scream: fucks the world!<br><br>Young nigga with dreams of schemes for the cash<br><br>But then awaken to the sounds of late nite gun blasts<br><br>My moms told my ass: hit the floor!<br><br>Before the hot ones echo through the window<br><br>Damn, why the fuck its - my block<br><br>Graffiti lookin greedy and niggas who slangin rock<br><br>Fo sho, I wanna be like that, fuck mike<br><br>Unless mike was on the corner with a strap at night<br><br>Gettin harrassed by the cops cause hes tryin to make some dough<br><br>So he can push up from a caddy and dumps the pinto<br><br>So everybody in the hood can cops the lleyo<br><br>And I can collects the cash flow<br><br><br><br>Chrous:<br><br><br><br>Life aint nuthin but money and hot nines<br><br>Crooked hoes, keepin hid from one-time<br><br>You got your strap uh, I got mine<br><br>Takin you back to the time of 89<br><br><br><br>Pops sendin money in lines from out of state<br><br>But too late, Im on the corner now way past eight<br><br>Better they be on the look out for dark head lights<br><br>Or get caught up in a twist of a long kiss goodnight<br><br>Love the days of gettin paid with the cavi I clock<br><br>When I roam the hard knocks are the court down block<br><br>Turnin tide, now you bitch niggas wanna trip<br><br>With a year-old cutlass and a bag full of grips<br><br>Still dips the hood, stay true is what they tell me<br><br>Fuck you bitch-ass niggas, know the nina never fail me<br><br>Lord, forgive me cause sometimes I cant deal<br><br>With the pressures from the hood where the mentality to kill<br><br>Protects me and my kids next, thats real<br><br>Jealous-ass bitches cause yall gots no skrill<br><br>Time will reveal<br><br>I be damned if I let yall niggas stop my next meal<br><br><br><br>Chorus...<br><br><br><br>Now I sits in late nite spots and clock chips<br><br>With a bag of chips eatin loaded up extra clips<br><br>Watch out for the knock at the do<br><br>Throw your money through the mail and pick up the damn blow<br><br>Quickly now, dont let the po-po show<br><br>Or Im hitted to the spot where the moon dont blow<br><br>Lifes a bitch, lifes not a dance<br><br>Lifes too short for my ass to try to chance<br><br>Last place niggas get caught for the fuckin dollars<br><br>Have your ass on g.r. while I dip impalas<br><br>Blue-collar niggas sellin to white-collar fools<br><br>But I dont givin a fuck, yall know cash rules<br><br>Pay ya dues, stay true to the street<br><br>Get your money, man, fo sho packs my heat<br><br>Told by the gz that talk is cheap<br><br>But yall know since the days Im in too deep<br><br>Cmon<br><br><br><br>Chorus...<br><br><br><br>Hoo-bangin in the house, cmon<br><br>You know the fuck we regulate<br><br>For all the thug niggas out there<br><br>Thug niggas on the block<br><br>Compton to the fullest<br><br>Hoo-bangin till I die, nigga<br><br>Check this out<br><br><br><br>Chorus...<br><br><br><br>Geah<br><br>Compton<br><br>Geah<br><br>Hoo-bangin to the fullest<br><br>Geah