Текст (слова) песни: MC Eiht - Dayz of `89

Geah
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

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: MC Eiht - Dayz of `89 Geah 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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Dayz of `89: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/14371.html Все тексты песен: MC Eiht » MC Eiht - Return Fire » MC Eiht - Compton Cyco » MC Eiht - All Around The Hood » MC Eiht - Dayz of 89 » MC Eiht - Set Trippin` » MC Eiht - Represent » MC Eiht - All for the Money » MC Eiht - Def Wish III » MC Eiht - Kind of Pimpish » MC Eiht - Take 2 With Me » MC Eiht - Aint Nuthin 2 It » MC Eiht - Hold Up » MC Eiht - Tha Hood Still Got Me Under » MC Eiht - Once Upon a Time n` the Ghetto » MC Eiht - Hustle Man » MC Eiht - Can I Get Mine? » MC Eiht - Def Wish III (Intro) » MC Eiht - Automatic » MC Eiht - You Can`t See Me » MC Eiht - Nuthin` But the Gangsta Рекомендуем скачать: » Pearl Jam - light years \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Perry Como - When You`re Away » Pete Yorn - Long Way Down » Puff Daddy f Notorious B.I.G. (uncredite - Pain » Pagan`s Mind - Infinity Divine » Pages - I Do Believe In You » Phil Collins - It Don`t Matter To Me » Paula Abdul - Sexy Thoughts » Pink Floyd - Pigs On The Wing (Part One) » Pam Tillis - Sweethearts Dance » Pax 217 (Pax217) - Free To Be » Paula Abdul - My Foolish Heart » Pennywise - bro hymn \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Plan B - Temprano Abre Su Closet » pilarczyk scott - we can eat gyros \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Patsy Cline - I Dont Wanta » Petra - Stand Up » Pariah - Junk Mail » Page Tommy - Paintings In My Mind » Pras f Ol` Dirty Bastard, Mya - Ghetto Superstar (This is What You Are)
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