Dat's How I'm Livin' - Bg Knocc Out, YELLA

Yo, this is the number one bitch

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 shit

Yo, this is Eazy-muthaphukkin-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 ass 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 ass slapped by the B. G

I’m not a women beater but still I ain’t givin'

Up a damn 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 fuckers …

… hipped out and stepped forward …

(*static*)

… how I’m living.

… ay, man …

… just don’t (*static*) we’re entertained …

… no shit, man …