Saggy denim, 1995 I be all in 'em, L.L on the side In my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein Ooh baby, ooh baby, I love to get fly
Gotta get 'em Ralph Lauren denim Patches on that ass, my ass a good fitting
1995, I'ma listen to Sublime Drink that 40oz. to Freedom to the day that I die Gonna listen me Selena, drink a 40 a cry Gonna roll me up a Beamer, I'ma go and get high
While it's 1995, getting fly to pass the time I'ma slip up from behind while he go and buy that wine We ain't looking at the time, don't nobody got a phone We gon' kick it in the park and we ain't never going home
Culy Culkin, Home Alone, while I'm smoking on a bone New York City is my throne and I love to call it home
Saggy denim, 1995 I be all in 'em, L.L on the side In my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein Ooh baby, ooh baby, I love to get fly
I speak that Gualla Gualla, that peso, pound, and dollar That oocjie walla walla polo rican mama mama Come holla at ya Gualla, they hootin and they holla That platano banana, roll my weed in my fanta
I speak that Gualla Gualla That Spanish hoochie mama That Puerto Rican drama That fuck you, pay me, nana I care about my comma I got a code of honor I smoke the bestest weed Shout out my plug and farmer
I speak that mira mira That mira, oye linda That vien aqui mi'jita Tu eres mi chiquita I grew up in the projects with nasty stairs and halls The ghetto has no censor and I done seen it all
That's why I see your cause And I see your flaws But I see that you a G, and yeah, you be a boss Good chick with some rad tricks [?] main chick So I'ma leave alone Ice cream and the cone [?] L-O-V-E, baggy jeans is on And you know me, I be [?] sneakers on [?] slow Destiny rides by me blowin Sex in the sky to the extent that we high Born in the same place, took a minute to find ya I'm tryin but you tryin to say my time's up And I've lied enough I haven't tried enough So I gotta say some shit before this rhyme is up Des, my love My thug, my drug When I gon' make my mind up
Saggy denim, 1995 I be all in 'em, L.L on the side With my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein Ooh baby, ooh baby, I love to get fly
The red and blue, yellow and white too 1992, campus, we row crew Windbreakers with my 40 acres Chillin like the quakers I roll through with mad flavors Went from philly dutches papersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
