Текст песни 1992 in AlBee Square Mall - Pop-A-Lot

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Should have been here for dapper dan
Pork and Beans and franks turned to rack of lamb
Mom and pops went their separate ways
Me and dad had A man to man
We trained A bitch when I was 14
Been ballin like A sports team
Daddy died I barely cried
"Get money nigga"
I could hear him now
Momma died the family broke up
Dee was in jail when I woke up
Me and dayo smoking nae nae roaches
We ain't know how to roll up
Sneaking playing uncle al equipment I was just tryna blow up
Bugle boy wasn't cuttin it then started asking momma for polos
It was kinda crazy went designer crazy
Wanted guess this she like oh no
So school I was barely there
Summer school was like every year
Got sent to lefferts
Now that I think about it I can see it clear tho
It was me and sharood robbing niggas in mr hero
Me and razor throwing shit off the roof
They call the cops and we have to run
Member dee and shawn came to the crib with that bag of guns and I asked for one
Uncle true in A wheelchair
Nigga should be millionaire
Night club was bentleys ask the rich niggas he was in there
Bally shit Sergio tacchini
If you had A caddy it was like A Bentley
Wavy heads make you sea sick
Le coq sportif shit
2947 west 23rd they was servin early
Elevator broke gotta stair straight
Junkies all in the iron stair case
Only white face was old lady rose
Whinos on that wild Irish rose
Near the trash can with the sticks in it on fire huddled cuz the kinda cold
That's was when I linked torae had pos and neg we was tryna flow
But my older cousins was stealing cars and snatching purses I was tryna go

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Seen my uncle turn soft to hard that was building two apartment 4R
He couldn't walk or ain't have a job I saw that nigga by a sports car
Moved to Flatbush back in 91
More shots then a sports bar
On god had to be hard just to be in al b square mall
If you copping shit had to be even harder
A lot of niggas ain't see tomorrow
Triple fat goose
They seen you coming
If you beefin nigga have the heater on you
Stay woke keep your eyes open
Best believe they not sleeping on you
When you try to creep out that back door then fort green niggas start squeezing on you
Things happen
All time catching dollar vans up to kings plazas
Smoking big blunts in kenmore niggas strapped up like been Ladin
I was just a lil nigga Wildin catching doctors coming outta kings county
Whole lotta done got slashed at the skating rink on empire
Back then all we smoked was chocolate the Jamaican niggas had the big bags
On Church Ave in the back of jerk smoke so much weed need to rehab
That was down the street from Golden crust
Smoking backwoods stop smoking ditches
Super had the super stupid bags had the strip in the cobra clutch
Was Wit Armando doing strong arms late nights in corona queens
We'll do a sting hit the get away
All tinted up they ain't know a thang
Wit Each step we was cheating death I promise I ain't know it then
Passing moms on her way to work she like boy where you get that gold ring