Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 80's Baby, artist - Adam Tensta. Album song It's A Tensta Thing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.04.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: JÄRN
Song language: English
80's Baby |
| Turn the lights down low, get in the moment |
| Get my Chick Taylors on, lace em |
| How we used to run back then |
| We talkin' 9−3 9−4 eleven years ol' man |
| 80's baby not like this old niggas |
| 8-bit Nintendo, now we switching (switch) |
| It’s the new shit, that super Nintendo |
| That Super Tennis, that Super Mario |
| Older niggas they just can’t catch the feelin' |
| You know the Street Fighter shit imma kill em' |
| Look at the smile on the kid but on the inside |
| Surrounded by issues they stuck right with him like |
| Mom is cryin', pops is gone |
| What the fuck is goin' on cops breakin' down the door |
| Lookin' blaze, lookin' hoes |
| They got dogs with em', now they sniffin' my clothes |
| But still it goes on |
| Imma imma imma imma 80's babe-baby, imma 80's babe-baby |
| Imma imma imma 80's babe-baby imma 80's babe-baby |
| On the regular we got fiends in the house |
| Cause it’s so damn hard to kick family out |
| And it’s so damn hard to kick those type of habits to the side |
| When all they do is stick to you |
| Glue, best ??? |
| aluminum cans shit had to change |
| We talkin' Transformers |
| Leave the shit outside like legwarmers |
| We already seen too much of that |
| Twelve years old, my brother sixteen |
| Buggin' me, he can really go places |
| But it seems so racist, mean I can tell ya for colour |
| Like you can’t have one without the other |
| Like bread without butter (no) |
| So we pickin' upp a lucy instead (ooh) |
| Only fuck what you think was right or wrong |
| I didn’t think about it 'til I headed home |
| Sut still it goes on |
| Imma imma imma 80's babe-baby imma 80's babe-baby x2 |
| Still got issues, mums gettin' sicker |
| In and out of hospitals, the rent’s due nigga |
| Luckily she got her back on her feet |
| Around the same time my brother back on the street |
| Slangin' that weed and yay so heavy |
| There’s no option we gotta get paid at the mon' man |
| Take it back to the 80's, push it to the limit |
| Shit was so crazy man yeah |
| More colorful than I could ever depict |
| With crayons and whitepaper |
| I’m talkin' neon lights, I got the high top fade |
| Plus some pumps on my feet, make the cypher complete |
| Imma 80's baby man |
| Imma imma imma 80's babe-baby imma 80's babe-baby x2 |
| Ahehe there’s no option we gotta get paid |