E.Mims - 1580 Kday Lyrics

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.