Lyrics:
- I'm a fan of it
Back in the day I would learn
To make the panties drip
We be fucking unprotected all night
Swear that in the 1990's shit was alright
And you got your daddy and you know who your daddy is don't you?
Fuck that
If you want to play you answer me who's your daddy when I ask you
Who is your
Noone to blame
O sancta simplicitas
It started in year zero
Or years before that date
That human lust for blood is
Ancient as is our fate
No one will
tea ceremony
It's holy matrimony, your one and only
Tell you when to start cumming
I don't believe in rushing
Please don't leave the water running
One
Written by John Barlow/Delbert McClinton 1990
I found her number, and the note she wrote
Deep in the pocket, of a real old coat
It just got by me
So long, Bobbie Jean
When Christmas time was coming
You knew she had the good stuff
Pink Floyd, maybe even Dr. Dre
It was the 1990s
She called us her
too exciting for words,
And now I'm drinking adult drinks and now I have the time too think that sex is so overrated.
Who gave you the right
What a nuisance
In my 1990s benz
Lookin like I sell coke to yo mommas friends
Hold up I’m lying just playin pretend
But I still put in that work
Just
man
In my opinion only hope that we kinda
Have left is music and vibrations
Lot a people don't understand how important it is, you know
Sometimes I
It was 1990 give or take I don't remember
When the news of revolution hit the air
The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters
When the boys
and even lasting a year
Yeah I made my mistakes, yeah I paid my dues
Hated by blacks, made enemies with jews
I was 7 years ahead of my time in '92
I said
Soon to be your one desire
When the devil holds your hand
Then you know he's in command
Of temptation
Like the beauty of a rose
Or a summer that will go
thirty, that's rule number one
It's seems like everyone's trying to make us disappear
If we scream loud enough maybe someone will hear
This is the sound
Sitting on the porch with a buncha porch monkeys
Stumbling and mumbling passing blunts
I don't even smoke, but tonight I'm chief keefin
And I'm drunk
you
All that you need to know
Kiss my flag
Don't look back
The past is gaining on us
Read my lips
Watch my hips
These are the Dark Ages
George
Shaken not stirred
I'll take it back like the 1990's
I'm the pusher man
I got whatchu need
You know where to find me
Ahuh
Ahuh
Never made it highkey
a TV show to get mine
But I don't feel like kissin' no director's behind
That's too soft for L
I'ma write a rhyme-fighter inside of the rebel "Yell"
de Mayo
When I'm sprinkled in pico de gallo
Mardi Gras beads in a towel
I just made that up
I don't know much Spanish, I'm not bilingual
But I
royalty
Throw on my Tanooki Suit
The fucker gives me buoyancy
True to every mission and I have no other loyalty
Don't look away, don't get squashed
Ghost
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
Motivated, as I relate it verbal
Dissing a mouse and smacking any gerbel
I bought a Saab, a 1990 Turbo
Shining, fog lights in the front
I'm by myself, no
on the retro side
Stuck inside a 1990-somethin' kinda year
It ain't just that Blue Ribbon beer
We like to throwback some lightning in a jar
Payin' cold
ain't friends
What you staring at I know you feel my presence
Brown boy never affiliate with pheasants
But you've been known for burning crosses
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