Lyrics:
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Twenty-five pounds of tenderness
She got in each and every touch
Twenty-five pounds of understanding my woman
'Cause I was
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Twenty-five pounds of tenderness
She got in each and every touch
Twenty-five pounds of understanding my woman
Cause I was
East nineteen ninety nine my niggas
Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89
Little nigga on da grind
Gotta get mine doing my crime,
East nineteen ninety nine my niggas
Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89
Little nigga on da grind
Gotta get mine doing my crime,
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Twenty-five pounds of tenderness
She got it each and every touch
Twenty-five pounds of understanding my woman
'Cause I was
have no choice
It's too late to listen to that warning voice
All I hear is thunder of two hearts beat
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end
Five, six
Five, six, seven, eight
I could be the one, or your new addiction
It's all in my head but I want non-fiction
I don't want the world,
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Beat it [x5]
Beat it [x5]
Beat it [x5]
Beat it [x5]
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one
and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Busting my toast off the roof, drinking 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggas do real things, check
We started out
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Will be in the area of Ninety-five B.P.Ms
We hope that you
Nineteen-ninety-nine
Nineteen-ninety-nine
where we from
The bottom dog
This where you come
When you need it, want it, don't got it, in the drought
Looking for a good price
Hit ninety five
we've ever seen!"
It's Frank's 2000" T-V (Frank's 2000" T-V)
Everybody come and see(Frank's 2000" T-V)
Frank's 2000" T-V (Frank's 2000" T-V
Great North Special, would you all board
You can't find a ride like that no more
The night the chariot swung down low
Ninety-nine children had
Middle of July
Nineteen-eighty-two
Standing on a corner
With nothing much to do
Talking with Cecilia
In nineteen-eighty-five
Glad
Eighty five ninety five one oh five slide
Eighty five ninety five one oh five ride
High five nine one five the city I reside
Ninety five ninety
and living life limitless
Ripped jeans
Blue eyes
It's like we're in ninety sixty-five
Oh, yeah
Ninety sixty-five
We're jammin' on the beat like you know it's
in the city, inner city not a farm
Steady bombin til I get fatigue in my arm
Watchin for the beast cause many artists they shot em
And beat em in
Five hundred guys have one thousand eyes for my baby
They stand around and stare, no matter where she goes
Five hundred men have one great big yen
and situationship I'm in
And what's in my system
I think there's been a glitch, ah-yeah
Five seconds later, I'm fastenin' myself to you with a stitch, ah-yeah
Just makin beats on the side
Another way to survive, I turn around artists
Portfolio diversified, it's obvious
I ain't your average
the warning voice.
All I hear is thunder as our two hearts beat,
Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead end street.
You're not free to belong to me
and you
Call me old school but hey
I'm a nineties baby
In my eighties Mercedes
I'm a nineties baby
In my eighties Mercedes
Whoa, whoa, oh
Whoa, whoa,
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