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

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

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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 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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Dayz of 89: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/14418.html Все тексты песен: MC Eiht » MC Eiht - Set Trippin` » MC Eiht - Tough Guyz » MC Eiht - Ain`t Nuthin` But Killin` » MC Eiht - All Around The Hood » MC Eiht - Nuthin` But the Gangsta » MC Eiht - So Ruff » MC Eiht - Def Wish III » MC Eiht - Compton Bomb » MC Eiht - Endoness » MC Eiht - Return Fire » MC Eiht - Dayz of `89 » MC Eiht - From Yo Hood 2 My Hood » MC Eiht - Hold Up » MC Eiht - Niggaz Make the Hood Go Round » MC Eiht - Can I » MC Eiht - Def Wish Iv » MC Eiht - Compton Cyco » MC Eiht - Tha Business » MC Eiht - We Come Strapped » MC Eiht - All for the Money Рекомендуем скачать: » Несчастный Случай, Алексей Кортнев - Без четверти пять » Н.Носков - Паранойя » Наутилус Помпилиус, Вячеслав Бутусов - Бедная птица » Николай Трубач - Какие мы люди (Н.Трубач + Е.Титов) » Наутилус Помпилиус, Вячеслав Бутусов - В.С.О.С » Николай Штромило - Сеттер воет, ветер бьет... » Несчастный Случай, Алексей Кортнев - Чего мы носим » Натали - Он с моря дул » Не замужем - Мужики » Несчастный Случай, Алексей Кортнев - Снег идет » Настя Кочеткова - Всегда вместе » Николай Алексеев - Распятие » Николай Шошанни - РОМАНС ДЛЯ ПАРИКМАХЕРШИ » Н.Сенчукова - Ангел » Никита Малинин (Фабрика звезд-3) - Танцуй » Настя - Большой огонь » Наутилус Помпилиус, Вячеслав Бутусов - Все готово, чтобы рвать ткань » Настя - Река желаний » Настя Полева - Стратосфера » Наталья Штурм - Уличный художник
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