Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 96 Cris, artist - Dom Kennedy. Date of issue: 22.12.2016
Song language: English
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, politickin' |
| Another sneak diss is not what’s missin' |
| So I concentrate more on words now |
| Get 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, yep |
| And that is not a coincidence |
| I learned 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 focus 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’d still rap better than you niggas if I was a plumber |
| She said «hit me on the next tour» and shot me the number |
| We leave at 3 AM baby, you know that I want it |
| I’m back |
| So 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' |
| With more quotes than that evangelist |
| You from 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, po' 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 |
| Bombed on fools in the 90's |
| Not nowhere near Tookie 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 bars |
| And brothers that sell hard |
| And the ones that nobody know with 12 cars |
| You will never walk in my house and smell hog |
| Her body lookin' ready to go, a well thought |
| 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 |
| 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 |