Diggy, Jadakiss - 88 lyrics
[Diggy, Jadakiss - 88 lyrics]
You know they gon’ say
What Diggy know 'bout '88?
Well I know this much
They made a lotta money back then
And that’s what mine lookin’ like
Aye lil' nigga, it’s Diggy
Got the key to the city
Check my family tree
You know my uncle taught Diddy
Who turned around and taught Biggie
And Biggie taught Jigga
So you can just imagine what he teachin' me
Nigga my top down in the winter
My doors up in the summer
I pulled up to the light and
I drove off with her number
88 is the number
Like Michael Irvin but younger
Ain’t no preserving my hunger, no, they like
"Where did he come from?"
Well I got 2 years in and a couple of months
Yeah, the road was Bobby Brown
It had a couple of bumps
They be showin' me love
Minus a couple of chumps
In my best Chris Tucker voice
"Is this watchu want?!"
No need to front, homie pardon my back
I’m gettin' it crazy, how retarded is that?
I’m playin’ my cards, got a fistful of ace’s
And these lil' faces I’m spendin'
You pro'ly could trace it
To 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88
(And I’m still spendin' money from 88)
88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88
(And I’m still spendin' money from 88)
I hear the hate
I don’t sweat it cause I’m gettin' that fetti
(I said it) i see a lot of mad rappers
Derric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Compliments to the chef
Ya boy out here eatin' great
Homie, you ain't no umpire
Why you watchin' my plate?
While you watchin' my pockets
Jordan 3′s in my closet
I get it all sent to me so
I don’t need to go to shoppin'
I ain’t braggin', I’m swaggin'
My fly ladies what's happenin'?
Shout to Nicki I’m an Aries and
We go good with Sagi’s
Mm hm, hope that made you smirk
I’m a flirt like Kirk
With Dirty Money God made dirt and
(uh) dirt don’t hurt
This for my niggas that’s gettin' it
Every month on the first
No need to front, homie pardon my back
I’m gettin' it crazy, how retarded is that?
I’m playin’ my cards, got a fistful of ace’s
And these lil' faces I’m spendin'
You pro'ly could trace it
To 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88
(And I’m still spendin' money from 88)
88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88
(And I’m still spendin' money from 88)
Yo, that’s what my family was rockin’
I just sat back and watched 'em
I was only 13 so I
Ain’t know nothin' bout coppin’
I just knew that they had it
And if I asked then I got it
It all started from trees
Then it turned to narcotics
All the whips was exotic
All the chicks was erotic
Money was comin' so fast
All you needed was product
And somebody to test it
Find a good place to try it
Never keep nothin’ on you
Find a good place to hide it
If I’m in it I own it 'cause
If I like it I buy it
Keep the loud in the air
Connect like that I’m quiet
Hop in this platinum and you
Ain’t even near gold?
Cause I’m still spendin’ money
That’s 24 years old!
Eighty-eighty, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88
(And I’m still spendin' money from 88)
88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88
(And I’m still spendin' money from 88)
What Diggy know 'bout '88?
Well I know this much
They made a lotta money back then
And that’s what mine lookin’ like
Aye lil' nigga, it’s Diggy
Got the key to the city
Check my family tree
You know my uncle taught Diddy
Who turned around and taught Biggie
And Biggie taught Jigga
So you can just imagine what he teachin' me
Nigga my top down in the winter
My doors up in the summer
I pulled up to the light and
I drove off with her number
88 is the number
Like Michael Irvin but younger
Ain’t no preserving my hunger, no, they like
"Where did he come from?"
Well I got 2 years in and a couple of months
Yeah, the road was Bobby Brown
It had a couple of bumps
They be showin' me love
Minus a couple of chumps
In my best Chris Tucker voice
"Is this watchu want?!"
No need to front, homie pardon my back
I’m gettin' it crazy, how retarded is that?
I’m playin’ my cards, got a fistful of ace’s
And these lil' faces I’m spendin'
You pro'ly could trace it
To 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88
(And I’m still spendin' money from 88)
88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88
(And I’m still spendin' money from 88)
I hear the hate
I don’t sweat it cause I’m gettin' that fetti
(I said it) i see a lot of mad rappers
Derric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Compliments to the chef
Ya boy out here eatin' great
Homie, you ain't no umpire
Why you watchin' my plate?
While you watchin' my pockets
Jordan 3′s in my closet
I get it all sent to me so
I don’t need to go to shoppin'
I ain’t braggin', I’m swaggin'
My fly ladies what's happenin'?
Shout to Nicki I’m an Aries and
We go good with Sagi’s
Mm hm, hope that made you smirk
I’m a flirt like Kirk
With Dirty Money God made dirt and
(uh) dirt don’t hurt
This for my niggas that’s gettin' it
Every month on the first
No need to front, homie pardon my back
I’m gettin' it crazy, how retarded is that?
I’m playin’ my cards, got a fistful of ace’s
And these lil' faces I’m spendin'
You pro'ly could trace it
To 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88
(And I’m still spendin' money from 88)
88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88
(And I’m still spendin' money from 88)
Yo, that’s what my family was rockin’
I just sat back and watched 'em
I was only 13 so I
Ain’t know nothin' bout coppin’
I just knew that they had it
And if I asked then I got it
It all started from trees
Then it turned to narcotics
All the whips was exotic
All the chicks was erotic
Money was comin' so fast
All you needed was product
And somebody to test it
Find a good place to try it
Never keep nothin’ on you
Find a good place to hide it
If I’m in it I own it 'cause
If I like it I buy it
Keep the loud in the air
Connect like that I’m quiet
Hop in this platinum and you
Ain’t even near gold?
Cause I’m still spendin’ money
That’s 24 years old!
Eighty-eighty, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88
(And I’m still spendin' money from 88)
88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88
(And I’m still spendin' money from 88)