Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dayz Of My Neighborhood, artist - Blaze Ya Dead Homie. Album song Colton Grundy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Dayz Of My Neighborhood |
G’s up hoe’s down |
I don’t give a f**k if you’s a nation-wide baller or rapper from my town |
You need to bow down, out of respect or fear |
I ain’t asking, I’m demanding, make sure the message is clear |
Hey now player, it’s all right, stop speaking my name |
Unless you’re looking to fight |
I ain’t looking to battle rap, with you |
I’m looking to unload my gat, and bust a cap in you |
These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit |
Why a man turn a bitch? |
that shit I’ll never get |
If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!) |
If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!) |
In the dayz of my neighborhood |
Do you remember what it was like when G’s was real, and thug was life |
Sands through the hourglass, and the time change |
All bitches still act the same, you ain’t thug |
Do you remember when G’s was real, like stainless steel? |
Gats they tote, catch a bullet in your throat |
Bitches nowadays, need to get sprayed |
Tricks ain’t on the game, and the ghetto serenade |
My name keeps falling from out your mouth |
Which causes me and my homies, to pull the heaters out |
Find a bitch up in you, and we beat her out |
Put the barrel in yo' mouth, pull the trigger, and we out |
These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit |
Why a man turn a bitch? |
that shit I’ll never get |
If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!) |
If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!) |
In the dayz of my neighborhood |
Do you remember what it was like when G’s was real, and thug was life |
Sands through the hourglass, and the time change |
All bitches still act the same, you ain’t thug |
«Damn the game’s f**ked up |
Rappers want to be actors |
Actors want to be thugs |
And some of ya’ll thugs is falling in love |
What’s up, you need a hug?» |
Back in the day respect was earned from blasting shots |
The game changed, ya’ll got earnings by getting shot |
People getting over, by sleeping with bitches on tracks |
And others looking for them, so they labeled wack |
And the media quick to jump on the nuts, of who’s on top |
They turn on you, as soon as someone else calls you a flop |
It’s some f**ked up shit, but it happens all the same |
But tell me do you recall, or remember them dayz? |
These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit |
Why a man turn a bitch? |
that shit I’ll never get |
If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!) |
If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!) |
In the dayz of my neighborhood |
Do you remember what it was like when G’s was real, and thug was life |
Sands through the hourglass, and the time change |
All bitches still act the same, you ain’t thug |
(Repeats over) |
You ain’t thug! |