Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Dayz of My Neighborhood lyrics
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Dayz of My Neighborhood lyrics]
G's up hoe's down
I don't give a fk 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 fked 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 fked 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
You ain't thug!
I don't give a fk 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 fked 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 fked 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
You ain't thug!