Verse 1:
My name is Dayton, the triple gold killa,
I be the reason for murder to a po black young nigga.
Flow deep on your shit lookin` hella clean.
See, I`m the reason, that niggas look at you mean.
I bring jealousy and hate when I roll through.
Havin` niggas 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 niggas neighborhood.
And where I`m from, I get more props than the president,
Cuz when a nigga gets killed, I`m the evidence.
So it`s 1-8-7 all day.
Niggas 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 nigga.
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 nigga.
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 shit.
Triple golds on that ass, with a hun`ed spokes.
I`ll let the one-time know that you sell dope.
How can a nigga 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 nigga`s shit 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 nigga.
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 nigga.
Just call me Mr. Dayton.
Verse 3:
1 nigga, 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 bitch know my name.
Ain`t no hope, when I step out the station,
Every nigga sprung on them guns and the gold daytons.
All day, every day, it`s the same shit,
Every nigga tryin` to find his way up out the game, quick.
Cuz Mr. Cop and Mr. Fed want a nigga dead.
But the park`s in my heart, so them fools bled.
I`m hittin` corners, pushin` levels with that deep shit.
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 nigga soaked in blood.
Niggas can`t deal with that Oak Park Terrel love.
West Coast murder, home of the feds.
Bloodshed every where, motherfuckers dead.
It`s that nigga, 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 nigga.
Just call me Mr. Dayton, My name is Mr. Dayton...
