1995

(album: THE HUSTLE CONTINUES - 2020)

Play me some pimping, man, yeah
Higher than a motherfucker, dawg
What's up with Logic? What's good, man?
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We blessed
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up! ")

Yeah, yeah
Whipping through West Deer Park
Looking for scandalous shorties, only come out after dark
Hit the homie Slaydro for some shit we could spark
Skipping school, feeling cool, we did not give a fuck
Huh, was never one for the academics
But knew the everyday struggle
Avada Kedavra to all you Muggles
My lane different, too sufficient, my brain different
I'm ill though, fifteen, mastered the skill, though
Since I was working at the supermarket, every week, another new department
'Til I signed my deal with Def Jam in a new apartment
Always wanna change with the times
Number one best seller on the New York Times
But my childhood was riddled with crime
Widdled the rhyme, now I shine
I'm Tarantino in his prime, I'm Jules with the Jerry curl
I'm nothing without rap like the swine without the pearl
I'm dirty like fucking your girl just to sell you, I'ma cum in your girl
Thought you was gonna make it as a rapper with no Plan B
I'm so successful, most people can't stand me
Only thing I don't have is a fucking Grammy
Yeah, but you know that boy nominated
Go ultra Travolta and watch me dominate it
Catch me whipping through the 'Basas in that Bronco, Logic go blanco, huh
Bumping that Pretty Flacko
RattPack come hither, wherever I go
Just a younging on his come up tryna make it
To the baddest bitch in the world tanning by my pool naked
So to the younging on his come up listening, boy, you could make it
Whipping through Gaithersburg, whipping through West Deer
Whipping through Germantown, whipping through Rockville
Whipping through, whipping through
Whipping, whipping, wh-whipping

Whipping through north Memphis back in nineteen-ninety-five (Five)
Screaming, "Mafia!" Had my city hypnotized ('Tized)
Go stream, "30, 000 feet up in the sky" (Sky)
Dabbing off her titties, goddamn, time flies
Whipping through north Memphis back in nineteen-ninety-five (Five)
Screaming, "Mafia!" Had my city hypnotized ('Tized)
Go stream, "30, 000 feet up in the sky"
Dabbing off her titties, goddamn, time flies (Woo)
Young niggas, we was getting paid
Running the game like arcade
Lil' nigga, Juicy been made
Fucking your mama back stage
I was getting mine in the streets, some of y'all never came outside
And I'm still spinning that paper back from nineteen-ninety-five

Woo, woo
Chicken, chicken
Woo, woo
Chicken heads
Woo, woo
Chicken, chicken
Woo, woo
Chicken heads
Woo, woo
Chicken, chicken
Woo, woo
(Gonna take the time to say-)