Logic - 1995 lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J & Logic] Play me some pimpin', mane, yeah Higher than a motherfu*ker, dawg What's up with Logic? What's good, man? Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) We blessed What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fu*k up!" That's it? Haha (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Logic] Whippin' through West Deer Park Lookin' for scandalous shorties, only come out after dark Hit the homie Slaydro for some sh*t we could spark Skippin' school, feelin' cool, we did not give a fu*k Huh, was never one for the academics But knew the everyday struggle Avada Kedavra to all you Muggles My lane different, too sufficient, my brain different I'm ill though, fifteen, mastered the skill though Since I was working at the supermarket Every week, another new department 'Til I signed my deal with Def Jam in a new apartment Always one to change with the times Number one best seller on the New York Times But my childhood was riddled with crime, whittled the rhyme, now I shine I'm Tarantino in his prime, I'm Jules with the Jerry curl I'm nothin' without rap like the swine without the pearl I'm dirty, like fu*kin' your girl just to son you, I'ma cum in your girl Thought you was gonna make it as a rapper with no Plan B I'm so successful, most people can't stand me Only thing I don't have is a fu*kin' Grammy Yeah, but you know that boy nominated Go ultra Travolta, and watch me dominate it Catch me whippin' through the 'Basas in that Bronco La Negro Blanco, huh, bumpin' that Pretty Flacko RattPack come hither, wherever I go Just a youngin' on his come up tryna make it 'Til the baddest b*tch in the world tannin' by my pool naked So to the youngin' on his come up listening, boy, you could make it Whippin' through Gaithersburg, whippin' through West Deer Whippin' through Germantown, whippin' through Rockville Whippin' through, whippin' through, whippin', whippin', wh-whippin' [Chorus: Juicy J] Whippin' through North Memphis back in 1995 (Five) Screamin' "Mafia!", had my city hypnotized ('Tized) Gulf Stream 30,000 feet up in the sky (Sky) Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies Whippin' through north Memphis back in 1995 (Five) Screamin' "Mafia!", had my city hypnotized ('Tized) Gulf Stream 30,000 feet up in the sky (We up) Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies (Woo) [Verse 2: Juicy J] Young ni**as, we was gettin' paid, runnin' the game like arcade Lil' ni**a Juicy been made, fu*kin' your mama back stage I was getting mine in the streets, some of y'all never came outside And I'm still spendin' that paper back from 1995 [Outro: Project Pat] Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken Bwok, bwok, chicken heads Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken Bwok, bwok, chicken heads Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken Bwok, bwok (Gonna take the time to say-)