'93 Rockets | '88 Compton

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Stevie Johnson

Steven John Johnson Jr. (born July 22, 1986) is an American former professional football player who was a wide receiver in the National Football League (NFL). Johnson was drafted by the Buffalo Bills in the seventh round of the 2008 NFL Draft and has also played for the San Francisco 49ers and San Diego Chargers. He played college football at Kentucky. Despite never making the Pro Bowl, Johnson was the first Bills receiver to post back-to-back seasons with over 1,000 yards receiving, and has been considered one of the best draft steals in franchise history. more »


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Soufwessdes Baby... Yeah! Yeah, yeah!
In my own league you can call it justice 
Open up the bag and you know it’s real musty 
Mashing on the gas, and you know you can’t touch me 
I’m on the wave baby 
I’m in my B.A.D. (big ass duffle) why?
Hate on me why?
SoufWess D 
Step curry with the 3 
When it come to the fees 
I’m excellent 
Talent from God, it’s heaven sent 
Got hustle mixed with some excellence
My backwood is stuffed with the medicine
She sucking me just like a peppermint 
A player I drip with the letterman 
Invisible man Ralph Ellison
I’m sliding with all of the evidence
I’m saucy, ya girl favorite condiment
A President I do not politic 

In my own league you can call it justice 
Open up the bag and you know it’s real musty 
Mashing on the gas, and you know you can’t touch me 
I’m on the wave baby 
I’m in my B.A.D. (big ass duffle) why?
Hate on me why?
Soufwess D 
Step curry with the 3 
When it come to the fees 
I’m excellent 
Talent from God, it’s heaven sent 

Thom Thom just a fat boy in a Cadillac treating 35 like the autobahn
(I’m on the wave baby) 
tell ya dogs we don’t do pigs better mussle em nigga Ramadan
(I’m on the wave baby) 
we mask up and then catch plays my block looking like comic con
(I’m on the wave baby) 
bae home in one piece bikini top wit no bottoms on
(I’m on the wave baby) 
I don”t spongebob wit you square niggas
fraternize or share wit ya
(I’m on the wave baby) 
I'm dope though, you wont smoke with coke flow I dare niggas
(I’m on the wave baby) 
like a slim waste and a round brown imma pear picker
(I’m on the wave baby) 
at ya neck like a noose knot, let the truth rock imma chair kicker
nigga hang tight imma bear wit ya
(I’m on the wave baby) 
yo g I know rappers boo boo
(I’m on the wave baby) 
showed up to the venue capping left like what had happened to you
got that onomatopoeia hit yo lady with a chu chu
and niggas acting gangsta wit a du du du du du du
(I’m on the wave baby) 
this ain't Nardwar ending interviews 
Saint Thom putting end to you
(I’m on the wave baby) 
and a Souf Wess King Energy
better crown us like a dentist do
(I’m on the wave baby) 
I'm stepped into that law office no business suit
(I’m on the wave baby) 
who'd thought that a Eastsider wit a attitude who they listen to 
Nigga at will look 10 and 2.

Kush in my body I smoke like a Harley
V on my back but it ain’t come from bari
I take me a pack make it flip like Jeff hardy
Vuelo the one brought the drugs in the party
I surf on a bih, if you wavy I’m gnarly
playboy like Carti, they really can’t stand it
I gang with some niggas that’s solid as granite
so f*ck with the flight I suggest you don’t plan it
when it comes to them cannons, they sharper than Shannon
give me three years I’ll be parking the phantom
Ay, I made a plot and a plan with my mans to get bands taking shots in Atlanta
Ay, don’t want no clout from these niggas 
ironic my wave is a drought to these niggas
hey it’s almost lights out for these niggas
Ay, I cannot vouch for these niggas
Young Charlie Chaplin I don’t do no talkin
I post on the block with that pack on my pocket
these niggas cap I see through em like stockin’s
918 bitch we the 93 Rockets/ 918 bitch we like 88 Compton
they tried to tarnish all that we accomplished
young SSS I be drippin Dasani
we on a wave like Johnny tsunami, Vuelo

In my own league you can call it justice 
Open up the bag and you know it’s real musty 
Mashing on the gas, and you know you can’t touch me 
I’m on the wave baby 
I’m in my B.A.D. (big ass duffle) why?
Hate on me why?
Soufwess D 
Step curry with the 3 
When it come to the fees 
I’m excellent 
Talent from God, it’s heaven sent 
Got hustle mixed with some excellence

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Written by: CARLTE FLETCHER, DESMOND JACOBS, RODRICK THOMAS, STEVIE JOHNSON

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