Juicy J, Logic - 1995 lyrics

Play me some pimpin', mane, yeah
Higher than a motherfucker, dawg
What's up with Logic? What's good,  man?
Hey,  hey hey yeah,  yeah (yeah, yeah)
We blessed what Juicy say? He be like
"Shut the fuck up!"
That's it? Haha (yeah, yeah)

Whippin' through West Deer Park
Lookin' for scandalous shorties
Only come out after dark
Hit the homie Slaydro for some
Shit we could spark
Skippin' school, feelin' cool
We did not give a fuck
Huh, was never one for the academics
But knew the everyday struggle
Avada Kedavra to all you Muggles
My lane different, too sufficient
My brain different i'm ill though, fifteen
Mastered the skill though
Since I was working at the supermarket
Every week, another new department
'Til I signed my deal with Def
Jam in a new apartment
Always one to change with the times
Number one best seller on the New York Times
But my childhood was riddled with
Crime, whittled the rhyme, now I shine
I'm Tarantino in his prime
I'm Jules with the Jerry curl
I'm nothin' without rap like the
Swine without the pearl
I'm dirty, like fuckin' your girl
Just to son you, i'ma cum in your girl
Thought you was gonna make it as
A rapper with no Plan B
I'm so successful, most people can't stand me
Only thing I don't have is a fuckin' Grammy
Yeah, but you know that boy nominated
Go ultra Travolta, and watch me dominate it
Catch me whippin' through the
'Basas in that Bronco la Negro Blanco, huh
Bumpin' that Pretty Flacko
RattPack come hither, wherever I go
Just a youngin' on his come up tryna make it
'Til the baddest bitch in the world
Tannin' by my pool naked
So to the youngin' on his
Come up listening, boy, you could make it
Whippin' through Gaithersburg
Whippin' through West Deer
Whippin' through Germantown
Whippin' through Rockville
Whippin' through, whippin' through
Whippin', whippin', wh-whippin'

Whippin' through North Memphis back in 1995
(Five)
Screamin' "Mafia!", had my city hypnotized
('Tized)
Gulf Stream 30, 000 feet up in the sky (Sky)
Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies
Whippin' through north Memphis back in 1995
(Five)
Screamin' "Mafia!", had my city hypnotized
('Tized)
Gulf Stream 30, 000 feet up in the sky
(We up)
Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies
(Woo)

Young niggas, we was gettin' paid
Runnin' the game like arcade
Lil' nigga Juicy been made
Fuckin' your mama back stage
I was getting mine in the streets
Some of y'all never came outside
And I'm still spendin' that
Paper back from 1995

Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok (Gonna take the time to say)