1986

Like it was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch

Big money, subwoofer reignin savage

It was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch

MC 24 crawling through the traffic

It was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch

Rolling clean, hella screen, digi-dashed it

It was 1986, coldest year ever

Mama coulda cut me out the womb but she knew better

Digi my dash, this for the playas

That got them some golds and copped them some gators

Fresh than a motherfucker I knew what it took

The thing that I'm givin' you couldn't get out a book

Now don't be trickin' no hoes, don't be lendin' your

ride

And if you fuck, wear a rubber cause they burnin'

inside

If it don't pay what ya askin' then you wastin' yo time

If you can't get you no old school don't go fuckin'

with mine

Watchin' for jackers, scopin' for law

They go to hatin' when I'm basin' cause I swang and I

crawl

Scrapin the wall, rubbin' the curb

A chef with the whippin', my trunk shaken and stirred

I got a fetish for Chevys, a itch for the dollar

On the hunt for a freak, down to fuck if she swallow

I be poppin' my collar til I'm dead in a tomb

Hell, I been poppin' my collar since I fell out the

womb

It feels good to have it

Knowing that I did what I could

It feels good to have it

I put the leather on top of the wood

It feels good to have it

I rode chrome all around my streets

It feels good to have it

To see it, to need it, to grab it

Feels good to have it

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