Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1998 , by - Maxo Kream. Song from the album #Maxo187, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TSO
Song language: English
1998 |
| Wake up early, trapping late |
| Serving niggas by the gates |
| Shooting dice I let em' skate |
| Six and eight, they running mates |
| Getting money imma bag that |
| These bitches they can wait |
| (Hook): |
| Gave my worker’s 4 pounds told 'em bring me 98 |
| Matching Fubu with the Bape that was back in 98' |
| 20 dollars for the drank, that was back in 98' |
| Starchy jeans and screw tapes, that was back in 98' |
| Gotta hundred round drum, hit your ass wtih 98' |
| (Verse 1): (Maxo Kream) |
| Blowing O Dog, Like Larenz Tate |
| Running your mouth like Crest Colgate |
| Run in your house if I want I’m a take |
| Take everything but the sink and fishtank |
| My dick ain’t free, I’m a make a bitch pay |
| Shoot a nigga up with the Mac 90k |
| Nintendo 64, we don’t play 2k |
| Prank call phone, rollin' two-ways |
| 25 lighters, gotta pocket full of stone |
| Don’t call my phone, if you’re not a yellow-bone |
| I’m an H-town nigga, so I need extra dome |
| Keep a duece of the screw, double cup, styrofoam |
| Drop a lot of Molly, cause I get it by the key |
| For the sherm heads got the PCP |
| My boys goin' pop I ain’t talkin' Backstreet |
| My guns goin' pop and the bullets «in sync» |
| Stay comin' down, always Po’d up, Blowing Orange OJ |
| Oh Say Bronc-o, Drop a four and a bar in a p. |
| of soda. |
| Jumping on a grey (?) take, got me screwed up |
| Round 98 I was sippin an 8 |
| Bad Indian bitch I was in the second grade |
| Had a southside fade with four ways |
| Running outside fucking up my new J’s |
| Right around the same time, I done saw my first bike |
| Sitting on the porch chillin' in the front yard |
| Goin' hard or goin' home, everyday had to fight |
| Woop a niggas ass for some Poke’mon cards |
| WWF X PAC went hard |
| Running round school telling my teacher to suck-it |
| Momma used to woop my ass real hard |
| Act a damn fool when I’m out in public |
| (Pre- Hook): |
| Wake up early, trapping late |
| Serving niggas by the gates |
| Shooting dice I let em' skate |
| Six and eight, they running mates |
| Getting money imma bag that |
| These bitches they can wait |
| (Hook): |
| Gave my worker’s 4 pounds told 'em bring me 98 |
| Matching Fubu with the Bape that was back in 98' |
| 20 dollars for the drank, that was back in 98' |
| Starchy jeans and screw tapes, that was back in 98' |
| Gotta hundred round drum, hit your ass wtih 98' |
| (Verse 2):(Joey Bada$$) |
| Over bad cop, and this ragtop |
| Fuck a good cop, I’ve never met one |
| Stay tipsy like Jkwon, make the hood hop |
| I drop napalms |
| Stay calm I drop 8 bombs |
| But you feel that thump when that bass goin' |
| Every past sales we face thump, get so high, nigga face numb |
| My time money, I never waste none, Shaun coming don’t get some |
| The Steaks are high, I got three supplies |
| Grill motherfucker till he well done |
| Get deep Fried, they sat Louis, know my nigga Lex stay with the toolie |
| Flip a nigga ta-rantualas, turn rat niggas to ratatouille |
| Crook a nigga, know I had to do it |
| New-York back, you know I had to prove it |
| Money is my slang, nigga, y’all niggas don’t speak it fluent |
| Fact y’all niggas can’t speak at all |
| One more word I’m a fucking lose it |
| Got a king size bed, don’t sleep at all |
| So when your queen give it up, get the pussy bruised |
| Oh My, mouths stayed glued to my dick and balls |
| I bust her jaw. |
| Until it hit the door |
| But don’t trip nigga, it’s still yours |
| Soon as I get to score, that’s when you get the call |
| It’s like a chain reaction, you fuck up, she back for more |
| (Pre- Hook): |
| (Hook): |
| (Outro Loop) |