'98 Baby

Big dawg movin' floor to floor Yeah, Blasé in the cut with open sores If it's burn bridges they gon' open doors They gon' have to learn to fear the overlord Fuck the folklore, I don't sport couture If you pussy buddy, I say au revoir Promise you it's no remorse ay Gotta keep the army bag on me Cuz it's war now, need a strap on me I was poor, down, down bad homie On the floor, couch and around homies Forced out, left the pad knowin' It's for growth now, ain't a bad omen Just the road now and the path glowin' yeah bitch Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh Callin' me insane, they ain't know that I was made crazy I been on road, story of a fuckin' 98 baby Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh Shorty got the cheeta heels, imma needa feel ok? I be really in the field, really in the field ok? Feel ok? Tell'em labels cut a deal ok? Want a mansion in the hills ok? Large advances in some bills ok? I ain't gotta hold steel, you gon' hold still if it gets real ok? Okay!? I'm just tryna make a mill ok? I ain't started from the bottom But I been there, what'chu wanna call it When you outside, but you steady ballin' Tippy off the Budweiser, headed off and I don't really Like you muhfuckas, bitches always wanna test me dog Y'all done blown me like a whistle to a referee dog, foul Foul! Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh ay Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh Callin' me insane They ain't know that I was made crazy I been on road, story of a fuckin' 98 baby Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh Shorty got the cheeta heels, imma needa feel ok? I be really in the field, really in the field ok yeah! Yeah!