Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dat's How I'm Livin' , by - Bg Knocc OutRelease date: 06.11.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dat's How I'm Livin' , by - Bg Knocc OutDat'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 … |