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letra de dat's how i'm livin' - dj yella

yo, this is the number one b-tch
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 sh-t

yo, this is eazy-m-th-ph-kkin-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 -ss 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 -ss slapped by the b.g
i’m not a women beater but still i ain’t givin’
up a d-mn 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 f-ckers
hipped out and stepped forward

how i’m living
94
ay, man
just don’t, we’re entertained
no sh-t, man

- dj yella

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