Dayz Of 89'
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Gia
Some of that thug shit
Whoo Bangin' Gangstas in the house
Representin' for the West
Compton one time
Check this out
Uh
Gia
Whoo Bangin' in the house
We gon' do it like this
Compton in the house
For all my thug niggas out there
Life ain't nothin' but money and high nines
Crooked hoes keep it hid from one time
Somebody help me out the ghetto
'Cause of some things I just can't let go
My mind takes a twirl
Lord, I try to cope with it but I scream, "Fuck the world"
Young nigga with dreams and schemes for the cash
But then awaken to the sounds of late night gun blasts
My moms told my ass hit the floor
Before the hot ones echo through the window
Damn, why the fuck it's my block?
Graffiti lookin' greedy and niggas who slang and rock
For sure, I wanna be like that fuck Mike
Unless Mike was on the corner with a strap at night
Gettin' harassed by the cops 'cause he's tryin' to make some dough
So he can push up from Caddy and dubs to Pinto
So everybody in the hood can cop some yayo
And I can collect the cash flow
Life ain't nothin' but money and high nines
Crooked hoes keep it hid from one time
You got your strap, I got mine
Takin' you back to the time of '89
Pops sent money in lines from out of state
But too late, I'm on the corner now way past eight
Better be on the lookout for dark headlights
Or get caught in a twist or long kiss goodnight
Love the days of gettin' paid with a caviar clock
When I roll in the hard knots of the cordon block
Turn the tide, now you bitch niggas wanna trip
With a Euro Cutlass and a bag full of grips
Still tips the hood, stay true is what they tell me
Fuck you bitch-ass niggas, know the nina never failed me
Lord forgive me 'cause sometimes I can't deal
With the pressures from the hood with a mentality to kill
Protect me and my kids, next is real
Jealous-ass bitches 'cause y'all gots no skrill
Time will reveal
I'll be damned if I let y'all niggas stop my next meal
Life ain't nothin' but money and high nines
Crooked hoes keep it hid from one time
You got your strap, I got mine
Takin' you back to the time of '89
Now I sits in late night spots and clock chips
With a bag of chips, eatin', loadin' up extra clips
Watch out for the knock at your door
Throw your money through the mail and pick up your damn blow
Quickly now, don't let the po-po show
Or I'm headed to the spot where the moon don't glow
Life's a bitch, life's not a dance
Life's too short for my ass to try to chance
Last place niggas get caught with a fuckin' dollar
Have your ass on GR while I dip Impalas
Blue collar niggas sellin' to white collar fools
But I don't give a fuck, y'all know cash rules
Pay your dues, stay true to the street
Get your money, man, for sure packs my heat
Told by the G's that talk is cheap
But y'all know since the days I'm in too deep, come on
Life ain't nothin' but money and high nines
Crooked hoes keep it hid from one time
You got your strap, I got mine
Takin' you back to the time of '89
Life ain't nothin' but money and high nines
Crooked hoes keep it hid from one time
You got your strap, I got mine
Takin' you back to the time of '89
Life ain't nothin' but money and high nines
Crooked hoes keep it hid from one time
You got your strap, I got mine
Takin' you back to the time of '89
Life ain't nothin' but money and high nines
Crooked hoes keep it hid from one time
You got your strap, I got mine
Takin' you back to the time of '89
Gia
Compton, Gia
Whoo Bangin' to the fullest
Gia