Maxo Kream - 1998 lyrics

[Pre-Hook] Wake up early, trapping late Serving n***as by the gates Shooting dice I let em' skate Six and eight, they running mates Getting money I'ma Baghdad These b**hes they Kuwait [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 a** 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 b**h pay Shoot a n***a 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 n***a, 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 with a bar in a p. soda.. Jamming on a grey tape, got me screwed up Round 98 I was seven 7 or 8 Bad then a b**h I was in the second grade Had a southside fade with four ways Running outside f**ing up my new J's Right around the same time, I done sold my first bike Sitting on the porch chillin' in the front yard Goin' hard or goin' home, everyday had to fight Woop a n***as a** for some Poke'mon cards WWF X PAC went hard Running round school telling my teacher to s**-it Momma used to woop my a** real hard Act a damn fool when I'm out in public [Pre-Hook] Wake up early, trapping late Serving n***as by the gates Shooting dice I let em' skate Six and eight, they running mates Getting money imma bag that These b**hes 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 a** wtih 98' [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] Over bad cop, and this ragtop f** a good cop, I've never met one Stay tipsy like J-Kwon, make the hood hop I drop napalms Stay calm I drop 8 bombs But you feel that thump when that ba** goin' Every past sales we face thump, get so high, n***a face numb My time money, I never waste none, shine coming don't get sonned The stakes are high,I got three supplies Grill motherf**er till he well done Get deep Fried, they sat Louis, know my n***a Lex stay with the toolie Flip a n***a ta-rantualas, turn rat n***as to ratatouille Crooklyn n***a, know I had to do it New-York back, you know I had to prove it Money is my slang, n***a, y'all n***as don't speak it fluent Fact y'all n***as can't speak at all One more word I'm a f**ing lose it Got a king size bed, don't sleep at all So when your queen give it up, get the p**y bruised Uh her mouth stays glued to my dick and balls I bust her jaw. Until it hit the door But don't trip n***a, it's still yours Soon as I get to score, that's when you get the call It's like a chain reaction, you f** up, she back for more [Pre- Hook] [Hook] [Outro Loop]