Lyrics Dom Kennedy

Dom Kennedy

96 Cris

Shoutout to the homie from the Bay at the afterparty

That gave me that kill

But I still

Fuck with my nigga Smack

We smoke spliffs with some 96 Cris

Still got it bad for you

Thinkin' bout you at least half of the day

The other half, you know what they say

Kissin' babies, shakin' hands, politickan

Another sneak diss is not what's missin'

So I concentrate more on words now

Give the ball to me if it's 3rd down

I got your back

Wonder why rap at a standstill

We ain't dropped in a minute, yeah

And that is not a coincidence

I learn to live with no regrets

Your girl lookin' like a 9

My girl lookin' like a Tec

She love when I get it wet

Peel panties off of her

If it's work to do then I'm off of her

I got a lot of crosses and pendants

Niggas focused on what I make but not what I'm spendin'

I'm grinnin' hardly as much as when I was younger

Thinkin' they would acknowledge me I couldn't have been dumber

I still rap better than you niggas if I was a plumber

So hit me on the next tour and shout me the number

We leave at 3 AM baby, you know that I want it and I'm back

Shoutout to the homie from the Bay at the afterparty

That gave me that kill

But I still

Fuck with my nigga Smack

We smoke spliffs with some 96 Cris

We're close than that evangelist

You're in Los Angeles

Don't fall in love with the camera

I got homies with so many tats on they face

I just laugh, watch 'em shoot craps, rollin' J's

Still miss my nigga Phil, pour the drank

Real G's don't gossip

Don't be tellin' me what you read on bossip lil nigga

Truth be told I'm tryna find me

Bomb dumb fools in the 90's

Not nowhere near Tuki but don't push me

If I squeeze one finger, I'll get her to talk

With my hand on my heart, don't step on the chalk

It's like the John Wooden book

When your grandma cook

Everybody say "I'm gonna get me some"

I know brothers that rap [?]

And brothers that sell hard

And the ones that nobody know with 12 cars

You will never walk in my house and smell harp

Her body lookin' ready to go a well thot

Of course if I call you a bitch I'm a male dog

My bills too low for me to fall off

Y'all gonna have to take this ass whopping gracefully

Hey Bobby Womack save a place for me, oh yeah

Shoutout to the homie from the Bay at the afterparty

That gave me that kill

But I still

Fuck with my nigga Smack

We smoke spliffs with some 96 Cris