Dayz Of '89 Lyrics - Singles - Mc Eiht

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 ain't nuthin' but money and hot nines 

Crooked hoes, keepin hid from one... 

Check me out 

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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: f**ks 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 f**k it's - my block 

Graffiti lookin' greedy and niggas who slangin' rock 

Fo' sho', I wanna be like that, f**k 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 lleyo 

And I can collects the cash flow 

Chrous: 

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Life ain't 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, 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 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 

F**k 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 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, don't let the po-po show 

Or I'm hitted to the spot where the moon don't blow 

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 for the f**kin 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 f**k, y'all know cash rules 

Pay ya dues, stay true to the street 

Get your money, man, fo' sho' packs my heat 

Told by the g'z 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 f**k 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