Lyrics:
don' look back
If my '98 Pontiac gets to drivin' through your dreams
Gets you flyin' 'round this old town in that same ol' shotgun seat
When you
the scams is up
Yeah, they hands is up, lookin' in the crowd, yeah
Tryna fuck the world but my pants still up
Tryna invest to all my Gs before we rest in
[Killah Priest]
In hip hop I'm a pro fessional
no questions asked better check my jewels
from 98 to 2G's I rule
Killah Priest
It's me and Coleone at the pound on perk
Wanna hit the stripper spot
Maybe knock us some work it's been a minute
I'm in it still down to ride
98 Nav'
In '98, I use to be the lowrider crook
Fleetwoods, El-Dogs Sedan DeVilles
When I ride, always equipped with handy steel
Cocked up on three, and got em
the way we do)
Verse Three: Sadat X
Let me find out, y'all tryin to dine out without me there
It can't happen, why is ya still yappin?
bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia
Travel around my curse universe
I'm droppin' 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert
Droppin'
I'd read every hobo book collected on my shelf
I fancied that I'd like to try the hobo life myself
I'd live on beans and move about exclusively by
Call of duty vanguard
Everybody stand up
Call of duty vanguard
Let's go
Call of duty vanguard, I'll be parked with my Kar98k
Shooting at the stars
got kitty comin’ through
Eyes gettin’ lower
I don’t hit the snooze
Granny still frozen
Keep her far away from you
You got sticky fingers
Call you
just do what we fckin want
Yeah ini hasil rap dalam 98
Still, move with boost n celebrate
We got some little party gaddamnn
hold on i got text from
smothered by the other kind
No so divine so I heard it through the grapevine
Sent the feds out to get mine
Time yo-yo to go Bronco in 90-91
Laughin' while
Hill back in ‘98
Do the math, I annihilate
The smell was so foul when I left the scene with around 97 bodies sprayed
96 ways I could've written that line
won't let 'em break me
Might not never, 98
Ima go back in
They want me to go back in
98 the biggest, they don't realize
That I been it, Shit that they do
smoking for the fuck of it
I’m 22 I still do it for the fuck of it
It’s all depression, My excuse, and I run with it
Fight with it cuz I know it’s cancer
ballin' out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a million dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on Monday
Faded at the fashion
Google William Hung
I know in '98, you were treated like gods
Yet 20 years later
You're the king of the dad bod
I heard you're making bank
Now as Vegas
fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous
Still facinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D
One time
bushy
and most niggas still do unless that bitch shit
smells like mildew & we'll do damn near anything to get it
and once I got it I'm outtie I stay 'bout
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
Girl I know you still think about me[00:15.02]Boy you know I still think about you[00:18.01]Might know a little thing about me[00:20.80]Boy you know
Coltrane and her cosmic strains
Still no vocal on blue black horizons
Your plasticity is tested by a formless assault
The sun can answer questions in
Days ache and nights are long[00:01.85]Two years and still you're not gone[00:04.82]Guess I'm still holding on[00:07.21]Drag my name through
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