Lyrics:
you're a movie star
A billion dollar deal
With all those fancy cars
Tell me how it feels
With the 90's rollin' in the wind
The 60's driftin' back again
The streets we're runnin' with blood
Now there ain't no one to trust
You're a 60's baby
And nothin's alright
Born in the age of disco junk
Mommy liked
girl when I'm with you, you bring me back to better days
She's a 60's girl
Knows ways too much about Elvis
Golden Curls
Tie dye shirt loves Jimi
Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the 60's
Granddaddy Caddy was copping 6 G's
B'gosh all that Oshkosh jumpers
Pink Champelle, brown paper bags, wall to wall
grabbin' steel again
'cause we comin' real again
We turn the 90's to the 60's muthafucka
That's how we rollin'
the soda industry
Summertime bring the coldest winter breeze
Hella blues like the Rollin' 60's
Christ went to Heaven aged thirty-three
And so did Pimp C
in the 50's and 60's
It became "the black american dream."
Open housing paved the way as middle-class blacks flooded into the city
Whites don't buy
Miami Vice is small time,L.A's the big league
From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G"
Pueblos,grape street,this is what I see
The jungle,the 30's,the
ejected from her chair
Sprang up on the table and let down her hair
A procession of expression frozen in shock
And the 60's came alive and she yelled
60s (neighborhood)
Look my lil' niggas tote the hammer, no such thin' as missin' (boom, bap)
And plus I'm fresh out that slammer, I go hard, no
like my Rollie
Put in all this time that they owe me
Made it to a nine and we litty
Droppin' 60s too like we Kobe, oh
Pushing a foreign straight
knockin
(Is that that beat knockin?) Yeah that's that beat knockin
Silverados, sittin on 60's
Lamborghini do's, just for the bitches
(Just for
Yeah, I still got that pocket knife, that red Swiss army
The one that wore a hole in his blue jeans
I still got that old guitar, that 60s model
cold thanksgiving night
They welcomed me, another 60's child
To a family that's holding tight
That's part of who I am, yeah
I got a mama who prays for
to peace, I didn't want to peace
Look where I'm at
This shit ain't cool, bro
Crazy part is, you go this way to me
Two cells that way, you got 60s
You go
revolution
It spirals and turns
I, I believe in love
Don't believe in the 60's
The golden age of pop
You glorify the past
When the future dries up
revolution
It spirals and turns
I, I believe in love
Don't believe in the 60's
The golden age of pop
You glorify the past
When the future dries up
rappin
And then if people wanna bring it up and get
All up to the modern days and ages
We can start to goin in the
60's when you had Shirley Ellis
When she
just know you're a Leo,
I can tell you've got a lion's heart.
She went on in this way for a while,
Like some 60's sister playing a part.
Oh this cup
And it's polished from the 60s
Bumpin that cube shit, Do shit, I bet the wheels fall off
Before the skills fall off
Throw up the dub, Got more cocks to rub
know Mowii
Made the cat daddy i was in the 60s
Not around palm trees it was all concrete
You can not believe
You can't just get up leave
Niggas are still
believe in love
Don't believe in the 60's
The golden age of pop
You glorify the past
When the future dries up
Heard a singer on the radio late last night
skates
Having dinner with Obama smelling like a pound of hay
I might blow a pound a day, smoking KK like a hippie
In the 60's with this chick, tryna
uh)
Pack your cannons we outlandishly
Brandish the weapons
Meet Jamaican like you god U-god?
And 'em handing you lessons
We learn a lot from the
60's
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