Songtexte '94 - Mannie Fresh , Bonka , Chedda

Waaaaaah
It was 1994, it was muddy out there
We had drug lords, we had Ziggy
We had goddamn Kool-Aid with different flavors
Bitches putting Kool-Aid in their hair
All kinds of shit

First of all, you niggas playing basic ball
Old school, tore the motherfucking roof off
I got stripes like Adidas
And I saw more base than Derek Jeter
I got it popping like Crisco
The platinum kush has got me high like the tenth floor
Who got work and who got jack?
I got these motherfuckers hollering like 2Pac's back
I'm back like I left my phone
And these bitches came back just to give me dome
And I put five on that 28, just like Slim did
And I put twenty on your head, bitch, you been dead

I been doing numbers like it's '94
Running through the money, watch it come and go
I'ma do it better than I did before
Got a ticket on the bricks, man, they stupid low
I been doing numbers like it's '94
Running through the money, watch it come and go
I'ma do it better than I did before
Got a ticket on the bricks, man, they stupid low

The block jumping for real
Soon as I leave, this bitch block music coming for real
I got deals on the yay, motherfuck a rap deal
Hope they don't catch me slipping and I pray nobody squeal
Some niggas hate a lot, some niggas hate a little
You ain't supposed to hate at all, man, just let a nigga live
You gotta stop with the dickriding and the switchsiding
Real diamonds over here, you see my shit shining
Fake diamonds over there, I see your shit trying
I could get the diamond tester now, nigga, stop lying
Can't wait 'til I make it and could shit all on my old ho
Pull up on a bad bitch, add with some coco

I been doing numbers like it's '94
Running through the money, watch it come and go
I'ma do it better than I did before
Got a ticket on the bricks, man, they stupid low
I been doing numbers like it's '94
Running through the money, watch it come and go
I'ma do it better than I did before
Got a ticket on the bricks, man, they stupid low

Remember Meatball? Remember Nat?
Every darkskin nigga nickname was Black
When you felt played, nigga had to bust back
Around that time, niggas started calling guns gats
Catholic school bitches hanging out in the projects
Seven ball good hair niggas doing acrobatics
Flipping coke, dope and truck fits and weed by the pound
Tryna make a mill 'fore the sun go down
And the DJ, yup, the DJ
Nigga copy every fucking thing that we say
Like, "I need some heroin, baby"
"Them New Orleans dudes kinda crazy"

I been doing numbers like it's '94
Running through the money, watch it come and go
I'ma do it better than I did before
Got a ticket on the bricks, man, they stupid low
I been doing numbers like it's '94
Running through the money, watch it come and go
I'ma do it better than I did before
Got a ticket on the bricks, man, they stupid low

In 1994, New Orleans
In the Calliope, niggas got they issue
In the St. Bernard, niggas got they issue, you heard me?
In the Lafitte, niggas got they issue, you heard me?
In the St. Thomas, niggas got they issue
Bitches had on Daniel Greens and Polos
With Kool-Aid flavors in their hair
That's how gangster it was
Food stamps rule, 1994
Get it, bitch