1580 Kday

1580 KDAY CHORUS 1580 kday, yah, 1580 kday, yah (8x) v1 We wouldn’t have heard no rap in La if it wasn’t for 1580 Kday Power 106 wouldn’t play it You the home of hip hop? Kiss my A** And mack attack was on the streets Dr. dre was on the beats The traffic jam was on at 6 Dj alladin in the mix And it was like (976-7070) 976-7070 that was the party line hoods was pushin lines all tryin to talk to the same girl skateland was poppin and world on wheels too pop lockin contest right after school CHORUS 1580 kday, yah, 1580 kday, yah (8x) v2 Who remember learning how to scratch on ya momma record player Technique 1200s if you really was a player We didn’t really need beats, we’ll beatbox baby We wore Sergio techini in the eighties And cross colours in the nineties with a African medallion Don’t believe the hype! KMEL in the bay, they wasn’t frontin When I heard em play quik, it’s just like Compton Made ya boy form the hood feel straight at home I used up every blank tape that I owned Russ Par and Bobby Jimmy had them jokes If you tried to change the radio station, I was like nope You crazy if you thought I was gone listen to rock They said rap wasn’t music, I ain’t forgot You crazy if you thought I was gone listen to rock They said rap wasn’t music, I ain’t forgot CHORUS 1580 kday, yah, 1580 kday, yah (8x) v3 I remember the day that Yall changed my life I was in the car with my mama sittin at a light Then the dj broke, you gotsta chill And that’s the day I felt I could do it It was my thing, I did pursue it (beatbox) at that point, I was a rapper but I had never wrote a rap but I had guess jeans, fila shoes a bomber jacket, I knew the rules I knew every lyric to every rap song out And every beat, I could bang it out With my palms and knuckles on a public school desk Compton unified, you know, the west Compton Unified, you know the rest CHORUS 1580 kday, yah, 1580 kday, yah (8x) v4 Cardboard on the front grass tryin to learn how to windmill Cardboard on the front grass tryin to learn how to windmill My radio is big, it take them big d batteries Just like radio raheem We been trying to do the right thing I’m trying to paint a picture It was the summer of 85 I got my gold chain on And my nugget was shine Darren pulled up in a Nissan truck and ask have I seen his pager Nah I ain’t seen it and he was like alright then, I’ll see yall later But later never came, they shot him in the brain The homies tried to save him, they took him to killa king And you know he didn’t make it And you know what that mean I was barely 14 But I knew that I had to get a weapon Cause when I was walking by myself, I didn’t have no protection I got a job as a janitor in campanellas Working with a samoan from Limehood I didn’t have no problems with no campanellas, but they had a problem with limehood Now I’m going to lunch at am/pm I’m praying they didn’t see him And I’m praying they didn’t see us Cause I knew they was gone bust (police radio chatter) Music, lyrics, and performance by Eric Leon Mims.