Austin Williams - 90's Rap Mashup lyrics
[Austin Williams - 90's Rap Mashup lyrics]
Stop, drop, shut 'em down
Open up shop singin'
Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll
I'm goin' down, down, baby
Yo' street in a Range Rover
Street sweeper, baby, cocked
Ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff
Pass it to me now
I got that wood grain with the leather seats
I got the windows so dark you
Need a flashlight to see me
Smokin' on that doja
Four of my buddies in the
Back screamin' "No Limit soldiers!"
One, two, three and to the four
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance so back on up
'Cause, you know we're about to rip stuff up
Give me the microphone first so I
Can bust it like a bubble
LA and Nashville together, man
You know you in troublе
It ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Y’all loc'ed out people so wе're crazy
Pemember walking you from school
And homies hate me
But, I ain't trippin' 'cause I
Know one day, girl, you'll be my lady
You'll probably have my babies
I know it sounds crazy
But thugs need love - if you real, girl
Save me
Wake up, wake up, wake up
It's the first of the month
Get up, get up, get up
Cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up
It's the first of the month
Get up, get up, get up, everybody singin'
Give me two pairs 'Cause, I need two pairs
So I can get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones
Get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones
Sayin' Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags
Baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
We can smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn, we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
Sellin' tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint
Pick out the seeds and stems
Feeling high as hell flyin' through Palmdale
Skatin' on Dayton rims so roll, roll
The '83 Cadillac Coupe De Ville
If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell
I bet my Caddy will
I wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on my Impala
Caller gettin' paid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money then fly way
But there's got to be a better way
A better way, better way, yeah
Boys and girls, wanna hear a true story?
Saturday night, I was at this real wild party
They had the liquor overflowing the cup
About five or six strippers trying
To work for a buck
And I took one girl outside with me
Her name was Mariah
She went to junior high with me i said
"Why you up in there dancing for cash?
I guess a whole lot's changed
Since I seen you last"
She said:
What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor
And he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep with a man for a little bit of money
And his daddy's gone
Somewhere smoking rock now
In and out of lockdown I ain't got a job now
Just for you, this is just a good time
But for me, this is what I call life, yeah
Open up shop singin'
Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll
I'm goin' down, down, baby
Yo' street in a Range Rover
Street sweeper, baby, cocked
Ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff
Pass it to me now
I got that wood grain with the leather seats
I got the windows so dark you
Need a flashlight to see me
Smokin' on that doja
Four of my buddies in the
Back screamin' "No Limit soldiers!"
One, two, three and to the four
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance so back on up
'Cause, you know we're about to rip stuff up
Give me the microphone first so I
Can bust it like a bubble
LA and Nashville together, man
You know you in troublе
It ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Y’all loc'ed out people so wе're crazy
Pemember walking you from school
And homies hate me
But, I ain't trippin' 'cause I
Know one day, girl, you'll be my lady
You'll probably have my babies
I know it sounds crazy
But thugs need love - if you real, girl
Save me
Wake up, wake up, wake up
It's the first of the month
Get up, get up, get up
Cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up
It's the first of the month
Get up, get up, get up, everybody singin'
Give me two pairs 'Cause, I need two pairs
So I can get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones
Get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones
Sayin' Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags
Baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
We can smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn, we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
Sellin' tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint
Pick out the seeds and stems
Feeling high as hell flyin' through Palmdale
Skatin' on Dayton rims so roll, roll
The '83 Cadillac Coupe De Ville
If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell
I bet my Caddy will
I wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on my Impala
Caller gettin' paid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money then fly way
But there's got to be a better way
A better way, better way, yeah
Boys and girls, wanna hear a true story?
Saturday night, I was at this real wild party
They had the liquor overflowing the cup
About five or six strippers trying
To work for a buck
And I took one girl outside with me
Her name was Mariah
She went to junior high with me i said
"Why you up in there dancing for cash?
I guess a whole lot's changed
Since I seen you last"
She said:
What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor
And he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep with a man for a little bit of money
And his daddy's gone
Somewhere smoking rock now
In and out of lockdown I ain't got a job now
Just for you, this is just a good time
But for me, this is what I call life, yeah