1986 Letra

It was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch
MC 24 crawling through the traffic
It was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch
Rolling clean, hella screen, digi-dashed it
It was 1986, coldest year ever
Mama coulda cut me out the womb but she knew better

[Verse 1:]
Digi my dash, this for the playas
That got them some golds and copped them some gators
Fresh than a motherfucker I knew what it took
The thing that I'm givin' you couldn't get out a book
Now don't be trickin' no hoes, don't be lendin' your ride
And if you fuck, wear a rubber cause they burnin' inside
If it don't pay what ya askin' then you wastin' yo time
If you can't get you no old school don't go fuckin' with mine

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[Verse 2:]
Watchin' for jackers, scopin' for law
They go to hatin' when I'm basin' cause I swang and I crawl
Scrapin the wall, rubbin' the curb
A chef with the whippin', my trunk shaken and stirred
I got a fetish for Chevys, a itch for the dollar
On the hunt for a freak, down to fuck if she swallow
I be poppin' my collar til I'm dead in a tomb
Hell, I been poppin' my collar since I fell out the womb

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[Bridge:]
It feels good to have it
Knowing that I did what I could
It feels good to have it
I put the leather on top of the wood
It feels good to have it
I rode chrome all around my streets
It feels good to have it
To see it, to need it, to grab it
Feels good to have it

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