Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dat's How I'm Livin', artist - Bg Knocc Out
Date of issue: 06.11.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dat's How I'm Livin' |
Yo, this is the number one bitch |
Where y’all know, comin' straight from the center of Compton |
Radio Station B.G. |
K. O |
2456 on your dial |
Where we play all the dope shit |
Yo, this is Eazy-muthaphukkin-E |
And you’re listenin' to radio station B.G. |
K. O |
Rollin' in my hood, twistin' on them D’s |
Age 19 and I’m pushin' straight keys |
Me and my B.G.'s, baby gangstas |
Puttin' it down right because we don’t allow pranksters |
Girls come through, lookin' by and all fine |
But I know in their mind, all they see is dollar signs |
So back off, yo, I might met to a ho |
Wait 'til nightfall and take her ass to the mo-mo |
Blaze up some indo, sip a little 8 Ball |
5 minutes later, I’m all up in them drizzos |
Knockin' down them Wizzos, with my bulldozer |
When I’m ready to switch I’ll tell the girl to bend over |
Do a little smackin', trippin' and then I’m through |
Tell her yeah give me a call sometimes tomorrow around 2 |
It’s now 2 o’clock and she hit me on the hip |
But I can’t call her back cause I’m tryin' to stack my grip |
The trick might trip the next time that she see me |
Messin' around to get her ass slapped by the B. G |
I’m not a women beater but still I ain’t givin' |
Up a damn thing, yeah trick, that’s how I’m livin |
K.O. |
lettin' you know |
That you can’t live with this |
That’s how livin in 9−4 |
Yeah, let it flow |
K.O. |
lettin' you know |
That you can’t live with this |
That’s how livin' in 9−4 |
Ooooohhh yeaahh |
Before the brother was rappin', the brother was straight robbin' |
Gafflin' up my mailbox like a part time jobbin' |
I did it cause that’s all I knew |
I dropped out the school in the 8th grade |
Doin drive-bys with the 12 gauge |
Livin' foul as a child back in the days |
Until I find out, that the crime does not pay |
At age 13 I went to juvenile hog |
And on the inside they treat the brother like a dog |
So being locked down really ain’t the lick |
They get to tell the brother once you sleep don’t sniff |
But forget that, I’d rather be free out in the streets |
Gettin lay everyday and don’t have to beat my niece |
Be gatherin' to sneak with E, when and where I wanna |
Hangin' with the homies drinkin' 40's on the corner |
Now I’m on wax, kickin' straight gangsterism |
Lettin' fools know in '94 |
Cause yo, that’s how I’m livin' |
Now I see the small delight in just bangin' |
Goin' state to state on the plane entertainin' |
The world, rockin' shows, knockin' hoes, everywhere I go |
Everybody knows K. O |
And I said, it feels good to make it out the hood |
And be some body like I had always said I would |
But though I’m still starvin', no more drive-byin' |
The streets get worse but still the brother keeps tryin' |
To be the best I can, with no time to waste |
And since I went straight, I keep the smile on my mama’s face |
Now I’m a father, I strap a little harder |
June 19th of 93 out comes my daughter |
Sometimes I get a blur and think about doin' dirt |
But I checked myself, and put my focus in her |
That’s how I’m livin' |
… where ever the fuckers … |
… hipped out and stepped forward … |
(*static*) |
… how I’m living. |
… ay, man … |
… just don’t (*static*) we’re entertained … |
… no shit, man … |