Dayz of My Neighborhood

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] G's up hoe's down I don't give a fuck, 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 askin', I'm demandin', make sure the message is clear Hey now player, it's alright Stop speakin' my name unless you're lookin' to fight I ain't lookin' to battle rap with you I'm lookin' to unload my gat and bust a cap in you [Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] These bitches never learn, these bitches talkin' shit Why a man turn to bitch? That shit I'll never get If my name fallin' out your mouth (Stop that!) If my name fallin' out your mouth (I pop gats!) In the days of my neighbourhood 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 [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] 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 hatin' on the game and the ghetto serenade My name keeps fallin' from out your mouth Which causes me and my homies to pull the heaters out Find the bitch up in you, and we beat her out Put the barrel in your mouth, pull the trigger, and we out [Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] These bitches never learn, these bitches talkin' shit Why a man turn to bitch? That shit I'll never get If my name fallin' out your mouth (Stop that!) If my name fallin' out your mouth (I pop gats!) In the days of my neighbourhood 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 [Interlude: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Damn the game's fucked up Rappers want to be actors, actors want to be thugs And some of ya'll thugs is fallin' in love What's up, you need a hug? [Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Back in the day respect was earned from blastin' shots The game changed, y'all [got earnings?] by gettin' shot People gettin' over by singin' with bitches on tracks And others don't perform 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 fucked up shit, but it happens all the same But tell me do you recall or remember them days? [Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] These bitches never learn, these bitches talkin' shit Why a man turn to bitch? That shit I'll never get If my name fallin' out your mouth (Stop that!) If my name fallin' out your mouth (I pop gats!) In the days of my neighbourhood 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 [Outro: Jamie Madrox & Blaze Ya Dead Homie] I was over there [?] the other day And it was about twelve or fifteen knuckleheads (You ain't thug) All with they straps out (Right) And lookin' to bring straight drama (You ain't thug) [?] trippin' on their shit, that's the type of boys You know I wanna play with (You ain't thug) And I used to be thuggin' back in the day Look fella now let me tell you about this shit here (Tell 'em) Hey, man, hold up, wait, wait, hold the fuck up, man Wait a minute, hold the motherfuckin' weed up I gotta tell you this motherfuckin' story About this motherfuckin' club I was at last night Man, they slapped little [?] for nothin' (Fuck [?]! Tell the story about the club and the weed!) Alright, shut up, man Listen, I'm 'bout to tell it This is how the motherfuckin' shit went down, y'all