Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1998, artist - Maxo Kream. Album song #Maxo187, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |
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(Hook): |
(Outro Loop) |