Mr. Dayton lyrics

by

Master P


Verse 1:
My name is Dayton, the triple gold killa
I be the reason for murder to a po black young n*gga
Flow deep on your sh*t lookin' hella clean
See, I'm the reason, that n*ggas look at you mean
I bring jealousy and hate when I roll through
Havin' n*ggas jockin' on your car that you never new
I make the game worth winnin', gold spokes spinnin'
But don't let me catch your ass slippin'
I have your whole crew checked at the intersection
So you best invest in more protection
The evil that I bring ain't no good
I'm smokin' Vogues, through every n*ggas neighborhood
And where I'm from, I get more props than the president
Cuz when a n*gga gets killed, I'm the evidence
So it's 1-8-7 all day
n*ggas don't understand, I'm a G

(chorus1)
They call me Mr. Dayton, the triple gold killa
I be the reason for murder to a po strapped young n*gga
Just call me Mr. Dayton, just call me Mr. Dayton
My name is Dayton, the tripple gold killa
I be the reason for murder to a po strapped young n*gga
Just call me Mr. Dayton
Verse 2:
They call me Dayton, I'm pushin' more keys than a locksmith
So what the law never saw, can't stop sh*t
Triple golds on that ass, with a hun'ed spokes
I'll let the one-time know that you sell dope
How can a n*gga wit no job on probation
Have enough scratch to relax on some gold daytons?
And even if I'm stolen
It don't matter, cuz I'm sittin' on the next n*gga's sh*t rollin'
So catch me if you can Mr. D-A
I'm in the hood, smokin' dank, gettin' three ways
Cocaine, triple beam, and amphetamines
That's somethin' you don't see up in the magazines
So it's 1-8-7 all day
Some don't understand, I'm a G

(chorus2)
My name is Mr. Dayton, the triple gold killa
I be the reason for murder to a po black young n*gga
Just call me Mr. Dayton, just call me Mr. Dayton
My name is Dayton, the triple gold killa
I be the reason for murder to a po black young n*gga
Just call me Mr. Dayton

Verse 3:
1 n*gga, 2 killas, 3 daytons, 4
It's murder after dark, when them G's ride low
Reflections of death, triple gold punk bit the block on them thangs
Now every b*tch know my name
Ain't no hope, when I step out the station
Every n*gga sprung on them guns and the gold daytons
All day, every day, it's the same sh*t
Every n*gga tryin' to find his way up out the game, quick
Cuz Mr. Cop and Mr. Fed want a n*gga dead
But the park's in my heart, so them fools bled
I'm hittin' corners, pushin' levels with that deep sh*t
These undercovers tryin' to catch me on the weak tip
I'm from the 4-block, but the OG's, they rock forever
Don't slip on these dark streets cuz the one-time way too clever
Home invasion, I'll have a n*gga soaked in blood
n*ggas can't deal with that Oak Park Terrel love
West Coast murder, home of the feds
Bloodshed every where, motherf*ckers dead
It's that n*gga, 7-8-1 all day
Some don't understand, I'm a G
(chorus3)
They call me Mr. Dayton, the triple gold killa
I be the reason for murder to a po black young n*gga
Just call me Mr. Dayton, My name is Mr. Dayton...
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