Theze Dayz Lyrics
| Song | Theze Dayz |
| Artist | Krayzie Bone |
| Album | Thug Mentality 1999 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Britt, Gray, Hargrove ... | |
| Krayzie, bam, asu, and k-mont：thug mentality 1999 | |
| Krayzie | |
| I'm representin' muthafuckin' thugline nigga, in 1999/ you muthafuckers wanna | |
| Find the real thugs and hustlas, nigga? | |
| Come to the muthafuckin' ghetto where we from/ now we're the real thugs | |
| -refrain- | |
| This how we livin' these days (and this is for my gangsta, gangsta, gangsta/ and | |
| That one's for my thugsta, thugsta, thugsta) | |
| Krayzie | |
| Nigga, these days, we kill you much quicker to get us some paper/ you feelin' | |
| Me? | |
| These days, you gotta be packin' a gun; everybody your enemy/ these days, it's | |
| Every nigga for they self | |
| Cuz it ain't no such thing as friends and wealth, so nice niggas get left/ and | |
| That's why | |
| These days, you gotta be raw out here on the streets/ tell 'em, these days | |
| You can't be fuckin' with niggas that's weak/ and these days, no tellin' when | |
| You'll meet your coffin | |
| I seen it too often, that's why fuck flossin' i take caution/ don't trip, shit | |
| If you're rich, you're rich | |
| Cuz if you slip, somebody waitin' to get at you/ grab your cash and split your | |
| Shit | |
| These days, stay on the low-low and away from po-po/ unless you're ready to pull | |
| Your fo'-fo' and blow/ how come these days niggas wanna be the don of the mob? | |
| They claim it, but they never qualify for the job/ these days | |
| We bustin' at muthafuckers quicker, simply cuz it's 1999, nigga.... | |
| -refrain- | |
| K-mont | |
| Hey yo, i'm straight out of the bricks, and y'all ain't worthy to serve me/ i'm | |
| The type to jump out your bushes and bust you | |
| With the 30,30 you want beef? i pack pistol packin' utilities/ i'm the type of | |
| Nigga that'll send letterbombs to all my enemies | |
| I can't even walk to the airport for bein' who i was/ the police all on my dick, | |
| Because they recognize a thug/ nigga, | |
| We tryin' to get money, we don't respect the police/ until us thugs unite, it | |
| Ain't gon' never be no peace/ niggas be goin' to | |
| School with nothin' but murda on they mind; givin' a fuck about teachers/ | |
| Bustin' shotguns and 9's/ picture the scenes | |
| And screams and everybody runnin'/ get on your knees, and pray nigga, cuz the | |
| Son of the lord is comin' | |
| Asu | |
| You know i came in time; that's my frame of mind/ now i'm able to separate the | |
| Deaf from the weak, dumb, and the blind | |
| Niggas can't get none of mine/ not even some of mine/ just cuz you got on a | |
| Watch, nigga, don't mean you know the time | |
| You stagnatin'/ you fags hatin' my motion/ from ocean to ocean, my magic potion | |
| Is devotion/ the nerve to hate what i | |
| Deserve to do wasn't a curse/ it was a signal; that's why that ass crashed, | |
| Forgot to put on your blinker/ r.w.i.: rollin' while | |
| Infatuated/ i graduated; now i want my masters/ y'all done agitated disaster, | |
| And at every end's a start/ i slip in the art with | |
| My heart and soul/ it's smart to roll, but dumb to come/ don't become the one i | |
| Fold like a lawnchair/ you shouldn't have | |
| Gone there/ what's the deal with the long stares? what's the purpose, jokers on | |
| Earth surface to surface, and any problem is | |
| Handled with same-day service? come on, come on, come on... | |
| -refrain- | |
| Bam | |
| We run the blocks, stop the clocks, told the coppers to not set trip; it's our | |
| Spot/ gave y'all shots, and let the drama pop | |
| Don't escalate the 4-5-9, it's why we dead or alive/ point of survival/ let's | |
| Get points with real niggas lives/ but you only see | |
| Raw meat on streets; these niggas love their heat/ nowadays all bustas wanna | |
| Thug like me | |
| You see it be those ways that was so simple/ execution style to gristle/ from | |
| The chair, heard 'em | |
| Whistle for my nigga/ mental is money, murda, ridin', dumpin' | |
| Head back to all of y'all since every niggas are hard and provin' they got the | |
| Bigger balls | |
| Scared of the laws, told what he saw and what he lookin' like/ broke him off in | |
| The midnight | |
| I spared his life i said this shit is tight | |
| -refrain- |
| zuo qu : Britt, Gray, Hargrove ... | |
| Krayzie, bam, asu, and kmont: thug mentality 1999 | |
| Krayzie | |
| I' m representin' muthafuckin' thugline nigga, in 1999 you muthafuckers wanna | |
| Find the real thugs and hustlas, nigga? | |
| Come to the muthafuckin' ghetto where we from now we' re the real thugs | |
| refrain | |
| This how we livin' these days and this is for my gangsta, gangsta, gangsta and | |
| That one' s for my thugsta, thugsta, thugsta | |
| Krayzie | |
| Nigga, these days, we kill you much quicker to get us some paper you feelin' | |
| Me? | |
| These days, you gotta be packin' a gun everybody your enemy these days, it' s | |
| Every nigga for they self | |
| Cuz it ain' t no such thing as friends and wealth, so nice niggas get left and | |
| That' s why | |
| These days, you gotta be raw out here on the streets tell ' em, these days | |
| You can' t be fuckin' with niggas that' s weak and these days, no tellin' when | |
| You' ll meet your coffin | |
| I seen it too often, that' s why fuck flossin' i take caution don' t trip, shit | |
| If you' re rich, you' re rich | |
| Cuz if you slip, somebody waitin' to get at you grab your cash and split your | |
| Shit | |
| These days, stay on the lowlow and away from popo unless you' re ready to pull | |
| Your fo' fo' and blow how come these days niggas wanna be the don of the mob? | |
| They claim it, but they never qualify for the job these days | |
| We bustin' at muthafuckers quicker, simply cuz it' s 1999, nigga.... | |
| refrain | |
| Kmont | |
| Hey yo, i' m straight out of the bricks, and y' all ain' t worthy to serve me i' m | |
| The type to jump out your bushes and bust you | |
| With the 30, 30 you want beef? i pack pistol packin' utilities i' m the type of | |
| Nigga that' ll send letterbombs to all my enemies | |
| I can' t even walk to the airport for bein' who i was the police all on my dick, | |
| Because they recognize a thug nigga, | |
| We tryin' to get money, we don' t respect the police until us thugs unite, it | |
| Ain' t gon' never be no peace niggas be goin' to | |
| School with nothin' but murda on they mind givin' a fuck about teachers | |
| Bustin' shotguns and 9' s picture the scenes | |
| And screams and everybody runnin' get on your knees, and pray nigga, cuz the | |
| Son of the lord is comin' | |
| Asu | |
| You know i came in time that' s my frame of mind now i' m able to separate the | |
| Deaf from the weak, dumb, and the blind | |
| Niggas can' t get none of mine not even some of mine just cuz you got on a | |
| Watch, nigga, don' t mean you know the time | |
| You stagnatin' you fags hatin' my motion from ocean to ocean, my magic potion | |
| Is devotion the nerve to hate what i | |
| Deserve to do wasn' t a curse it was a signal that' s why that ass crashed, | |
| Forgot to put on your blinker r. w. i.: rollin' while | |
| Infatuated i graduated now i want my masters y' all done agitated disaster, | |
| And at every end' s a start i slip in the art with | |
| My heart and soul it' s smart to roll, but dumb to come don' t become the one i | |
| Fold like a lawnchair you shouldn' t have | |
| Gone there what' s the deal with the long stares? what' s the purpose, jokers on | |
| Earth surface to surface, and any problem is | |
| Handled with sameday service? come on, come on, come on... | |
| refrain | |
| Bam | |
| We run the blocks, stop the clocks, told the coppers to not set trip it' s our | |
| Spot gave y' all shots, and let the drama pop | |
| Don' t escalate the 459, it' s why we dead or alive point of survival let' s | |
| Get points with real niggas lives but you only see | |
| Raw meat on streets these niggas love their heat nowadays all bustas wanna | |
| Thug like me | |
| You see it be those ways that was so simple execution style to gristle from | |
| The chair, heard ' em | |
| Whistle for my nigga mental is money, murda, ridin', dumpin' | |
| Head back to all of y' all since every niggas are hard and provin' they got the | |
| Bigger balls | |
| Scared of the laws, told what he saw and what he lookin' like broke him off in | |
| The midnight | |
| I spared his life i said this shit is tight | |
| refrain |
| zuò qǔ : Britt, Gray, Hargrove ... | |
| Krayzie, bam, asu, and kmont: thug mentality 1999 | |
| Krayzie | |
| I' m representin' muthafuckin' thugline nigga, in 1999 you muthafuckers wanna | |
| Find the real thugs and hustlas, nigga? | |
| Come to the muthafuckin' ghetto where we from now we' re the real thugs | |
| refrain | |
| This how we livin' these days and this is for my gangsta, gangsta, gangsta and | |
| That one' s for my thugsta, thugsta, thugsta | |
| Krayzie | |
| Nigga, these days, we kill you much quicker to get us some paper you feelin' | |
| Me? | |
| These days, you gotta be packin' a gun everybody your enemy these days, it' s | |
| Every nigga for they self | |
| Cuz it ain' t no such thing as friends and wealth, so nice niggas get left and | |
| That' s why | |
| These days, you gotta be raw out here on the streets tell ' em, these days | |
| You can' t be fuckin' with niggas that' s weak and these days, no tellin' when | |
| You' ll meet your coffin | |
| I seen it too often, that' s why fuck flossin' i take caution don' t trip, shit | |
| If you' re rich, you' re rich | |
| Cuz if you slip, somebody waitin' to get at you grab your cash and split your | |
| Shit | |
| These days, stay on the lowlow and away from popo unless you' re ready to pull | |
| Your fo' fo' and blow how come these days niggas wanna be the don of the mob? | |
| They claim it, but they never qualify for the job these days | |
| We bustin' at muthafuckers quicker, simply cuz it' s 1999, nigga.... | |
| refrain | |
| Kmont | |
| Hey yo, i' m straight out of the bricks, and y' all ain' t worthy to serve me i' m | |
| The type to jump out your bushes and bust you | |
| With the 30, 30 you want beef? i pack pistol packin' utilities i' m the type of | |
| Nigga that' ll send letterbombs to all my enemies | |
| I can' t even walk to the airport for bein' who i was the police all on my dick, | |
| Because they recognize a thug nigga, | |
| We tryin' to get money, we don' t respect the police until us thugs unite, it | |
| Ain' t gon' never be no peace niggas be goin' to | |
| School with nothin' but murda on they mind givin' a fuck about teachers | |
| Bustin' shotguns and 9' s picture the scenes | |
| And screams and everybody runnin' get on your knees, and pray nigga, cuz the | |
| Son of the lord is comin' | |
| Asu | |
| You know i came in time that' s my frame of mind now i' m able to separate the | |
| Deaf from the weak, dumb, and the blind | |
| Niggas can' t get none of mine not even some of mine just cuz you got on a | |
| Watch, nigga, don' t mean you know the time | |
| You stagnatin' you fags hatin' my motion from ocean to ocean, my magic potion | |
| Is devotion the nerve to hate what i | |
| Deserve to do wasn' t a curse it was a signal that' s why that ass crashed, | |
| Forgot to put on your blinker r. w. i.: rollin' while | |
| Infatuated i graduated now i want my masters y' all done agitated disaster, | |
| And at every end' s a start i slip in the art with | |
| My heart and soul it' s smart to roll, but dumb to come don' t become the one i | |
| Fold like a lawnchair you shouldn' t have | |
| Gone there what' s the deal with the long stares? what' s the purpose, jokers on | |
| Earth surface to surface, and any problem is | |
| Handled with sameday service? come on, come on, come on... | |
| refrain | |
| Bam | |
| We run the blocks, stop the clocks, told the coppers to not set trip it' s our | |
| Spot gave y' all shots, and let the drama pop | |
| Don' t escalate the 459, it' s why we dead or alive point of survival let' s | |
| Get points with real niggas lives but you only see | |
| Raw meat on streets these niggas love their heat nowadays all bustas wanna | |
| Thug like me | |
| You see it be those ways that was so simple execution style to gristle from | |
| The chair, heard ' em | |
| Whistle for my nigga mental is money, murda, ridin', dumpin' | |
| Head back to all of y' all since every niggas are hard and provin' they got the | |
| Bigger balls | |
| Scared of the laws, told what he saw and what he lookin' like broke him off in | |
| The midnight | |
| I spared his life i said this shit is tight | |
| refrain |
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