Kano - 2012 Was A Good Year lyrics
[Kano - 2012 Was A Good Year lyrics]
Yo, I don't look back that much
Stay forward thinking
But since Home Sweet Home
I want to say 2012 was a good year
This is for my niggers from back in the day
Outside Ministry chatting up dames
Mabel shop chicken mayo
Ain't watching weight
Watch your back cos them gangsters on blades
Dog in the booth
Pull out like I'm trying not
To father of a youth
But that remains back in the day
Not the type of boy to
Get gassed off the fame
Or the type of boy to
Get gassed off the change well, a little bit
Sometimes you gotta love
Some pretentious shit
Bond Street, Kane, I'm splashing today
I was rocking Dolce Gabbana before
That was the way
I was wavy when you wanted waves
You were datsun-ing
You were do ragging for days
Fashion crazy, follow fashion, nah
Fashion insane
On a plane, come back, case full like I was
Trying to make the kind of green
That only Bruce Banner would lace
Some niggas can't match with the pace
Dat dat dat dat dats my life?
There's no Jack Bauer nigga
C T you can't 3 me forward another hour nigga
So start living your dreams never
An hour my nigga
I ain't stop because the beat stopped
I'm official I've even got my Chuck D drops
You know what time it is
Rollies and the Hublot and the G-Shock
I remember trying to make some Ps Don
Weighing up my spliffy in the weed spot
But that remains back in the day
Now me and my nigga G macking in Spain
I'm in Nigeria, Beirut and Australia
(Them times there
Weren't nothing like them times here)
Niggas In Paris, yeah that shit was cray
Compare stamps in my passport in business
Been there done that, car-keys
Khakis and linen bought more than a t-shirt
Carnies and slippers
Secondary school I'm far from an infant
Sceptics say the only thing
Is charting that's missing
I've come so far off bars while I give in
Everybody knows the fucking realest
You're looking at too much swagger
Meets too much content
Blink and you miss it like Ali and Liston
Want my shoes but they can't really fit 'em
When I merk tracks it's the
Cars that I sit in
Cos Formula 1 the master the rhythm
On my Birdman shit trying
To master the business
Attack these record labels like
The army on missions
Some labels got these niggas
In some Ali submissions
Taking merit for a pass I'm distinction
Must pay homage I'm a Master of rhythms
Come through big Entourage like I'm Vincent
They worship my flow like
My bars are religion
Jack Bauer 24 you know what time it is
Been there, done that (24 soundbyte)
Stay forward thinking
But since Home Sweet Home
I want to say 2012 was a good year
This is for my niggers from back in the day
Outside Ministry chatting up dames
Mabel shop chicken mayo
Ain't watching weight
Watch your back cos them gangsters on blades
Dog in the booth
Pull out like I'm trying not
To father of a youth
But that remains back in the day
Not the type of boy to
Get gassed off the fame
Or the type of boy to
Get gassed off the change well, a little bit
Sometimes you gotta love
Some pretentious shit
Bond Street, Kane, I'm splashing today
I was rocking Dolce Gabbana before
That was the way
I was wavy when you wanted waves
You were datsun-ing
You were do ragging for days
Fashion crazy, follow fashion, nah
Fashion insane
On a plane, come back, case full like I was
Trying to make the kind of green
That only Bruce Banner would lace
Some niggas can't match with the pace
Dat dat dat dat dats my life?
There's no Jack Bauer nigga
C T you can't 3 me forward another hour nigga
So start living your dreams never
An hour my nigga
I ain't stop because the beat stopped
I'm official I've even got my Chuck D drops
You know what time it is
Rollies and the Hublot and the G-Shock
I remember trying to make some Ps Don
Weighing up my spliffy in the weed spot
But that remains back in the day
Now me and my nigga G macking in Spain
I'm in Nigeria, Beirut and Australia
(Them times there
Weren't nothing like them times here)
Niggas In Paris, yeah that shit was cray
Compare stamps in my passport in business
Been there done that, car-keys
Khakis and linen bought more than a t-shirt
Carnies and slippers
Secondary school I'm far from an infant
Sceptics say the only thing
Is charting that's missing
I've come so far off bars while I give in
Everybody knows the fucking realest
You're looking at too much swagger
Meets too much content
Blink and you miss it like Ali and Liston
Want my shoes but they can't really fit 'em
When I merk tracks it's the
Cars that I sit in
Cos Formula 1 the master the rhythm
On my Birdman shit trying
To master the business
Attack these record labels like
The army on missions
Some labels got these niggas
In some Ali submissions
Taking merit for a pass I'm distinction
Must pay homage I'm a Master of rhythms
Come through big Entourage like I'm Vincent
They worship my flow like
My bars are religion
Jack Bauer 24 you know what time it is
Been there, done that (24 soundbyte)