Lyrics:
smokes I need a toast
These guys some jokes is why I boast
They say I'm good as any in rap
It's worse than that nobody's close
Damn Skid all this shit
"godfather" and they call you
"gay"
Bitch! it?s 1990
Your girlfriend?s out there trying to find me
She heard about me, I f**ked her best friend
I guess she
accept that
I walk by again, I need a look quick, hol' up
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
My bitch
1990
Chubb Rock and the gang is on a banned mission
Hostility will rule like a Jamaican ??
and ooh filled with dumplings, hopefully no dumpings
like guns
splitting like a sandal
It just hit me like an anvil that I'm static on one channel
Financial life is beautiful, I'm stranded in a new hotel
It is irrefutable
nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from 1990 - somethin'
I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas
this is the cat called the supernat
And if I could I would try to do a hollowback
Or scorpion, a headspin, a halo
Yeah, for all the cats out there who
up, man?) let's change the track
Hm - now that's the way I like it
This is something I really love to write with
And i'm sure you'll be for it
It's
the first recording), and completed in 1992 (for the full-length version). Because of this there is little cohesiveness between the verses. The beginning
first, Mickey Hard Man Evans. Game on!
COMMENTATOR 1:
It is going to be a very tricky game for von Hassel; he has been working hard, but unfortunately
and you and me
Yes He Is He: s coming back for you and me
Yes He is He:s coming back for you and me
Yes He is He: s coming back for you and me
Yes He is
standard
Long as my family is concrete, my wish is granite
Yeah
And they can't stand it that I'm outstanding
Outlandish, Hispanic with a mic stand and
Speaks
do that
Got a flight in an hour, got my bags all packed
Bring it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 bags pow
Want me to take ya to the club
move fast like the Brazilian in that Marlboro Car
Won't stop until a McLaren what I park
When all is said and done I'm walking round on marble floors
A little out of reach
But it just seemed to me
That doing shit that you
Don't love at all is just
A waste of creativity
How you gunna tell a ten year old
for 1990
Of course eighty nine is behind me
Check it out
It's called breath control breath control breath control stylee
Breath control
ignore
Waiting for the door
Just want to get home before the night resembles war
But there's more
3 stooges by the bike rack
Pop on the headphone
plight and keep you safe from harm and sorrow.
cnd I'll be standing near if you ever need me here.
For after all, we are nothing by ourselves.
You can
(Rich) Let's do this shit
(E-40) Motherfuckers want they pockets swell
Smebbin' now, dope train, shit, fuck it
(Rich) 19...90 ughh...415
(E-40)
its not for real,
I told him it's make believe
And that there is no heaven or hell
Even if dio sings about it so well. So well.
Even though no
got that Ray Charles natural ear
Eyes closed but I can feel when
There's no passion in here showing us signs
It ain't no secret they
Shooting us from
10 deep
Swager
This is a mixtape about nothing
Not on drugs
If you bear with me you might see the undertone
Of the undertoned message that's
At hand
in Chicago, IL (ay yea boy)
July 28,1990 (ay yea boy)
Cook County Hospital (ay yea boy)
To the world by storm (ay yea boy)
Made history (ay yea)
Life
else'll combine
This is that particular beat
For all the fellows feelin' mellow
To pump in the Jeep
Uhh, also for every girly
To shamiyo, shamago like
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