Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1995 , by - Juicy J. Release date: 24.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
1995 |
| Play me some pimpin', 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 |
| Whippin' through West Deer Park |
| Lookin' for scandalous shorties, only come out after dark |
| Hit the homie Slaydro for some shit we could spark |
| Skippin' school, feelin' 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 nothin' without rap like the swine without the pearl |
| I’m dirty like fuckin' 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 fuckin' Grammy |
| Yeah, but you know that boy nominated |
| Go ultra Travolta and watch me dominate it |
| Catch me whippin' through the 'Basas in that Bronco, Logic go blanco, huh |
| Bumpin' that Pretty Flacko |
| RattPack come hither, wherever I go |
| Just a youngin' on his come up tryna make it |
| To the baddest bitch in the world tannin' by my pool naked |
| So to the youngin' on his come up listening, boy, you could make it |
| Whippin' through Gaithersburg, whippin' through West Deer |
| Whippin' through Germantown, whippin' through Rockville |
| Whippin' through, whippin' through |
| Whippin', whippin', wh-whippin' |
| Whippin' through north Memphis back in nineteen-ninety-five (Five) |
| Screamin', «Mafia!"Had my city hypnotized ('Tized) |
| Go stream, «30, 000 feet up in the sky"(Sky) |
| Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies |
| Whippin' through north Memphis back in nineteen-ninety-five (Five) |
| Screamin', «Mafia!"Had my city hypnotized ('Tized) |
| Go stream, «30, 000 feet up in the sky» |
| Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies (Woo) |
| Young niggas, we was gettin' paid |
| Runnin' the game like arcade |
| Lil' nigga, Juicy been made |
| Fuckin' your mama back stage |
| I was getting mine in the streets, some of y’all never came outside |
| And I’m still spinnin' 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-) |