Geugoseun LArageona Sac Town Oak Town
Long Beachga anira chuun seourui downtown
Rappers were gathering battling pound for pound
End up the club dancin all over the stage round and round
Who cares about the rappers back in 1998
Who could tell the difference, between the truth and fake
We never knew how much time we’ve left
When we found out we became scared to death.
We survive for the past long yrs of struggle
We turn from boys to men, been fightin every trouble
We born from the beats kickin up some eardrums
But at the same time basement of low income slum.
Geurigo nuneul deureo sibyungnyeoni heulleo
Albabireul deullyeo mandeun jageopsire deulleo
I still chasin up my money and the fame
I’m not changed but somehow know I’m not the same
When I just started music
Wanted to be like a hiphop soldier
Didn't know that it was a gansta though
On my phone still remains
2pac to WarrenG
Back in the days I long for
1998nyeon busan gwangyeoksi
Gieokdeul nani? geurae geuttaejjeum mannatji
Neureonan sulbyeong mankeum gipeojyeotdeon maldeullo
Chaewogasseo neowa na kkumeul wihan hanaro
Eo! i dosi ondo boda deo tteugeowotji uri yeoljeongdo
Sikji anha chingudeura janeul hanbeon deo
Ra.D mari geurae
WE LIKE THE PARTY