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Yeah, yo, yeah, yo
[Verse 1:]
Yo, yo
I came up in the 90’s, mixtapes I made a lot
I must’ve been 12, when 36′ tape was dropped
One of the illest tapes I copt, yeah I said tape
Rewind was flippin’ over, fast forward and press play
Before these kids had iPhones
We used to skateboard to the pay phone and get a ride home
Wherever I May Roam was the new Metallica song
And Cyprus Hill’s single had us packing the bong
These faggots were wrong when they said it was a fad
When I think back to that I keep remembering my dad
Yelling 'turn it down’, I put on Rage’s first LP
Like 'fuck you I won’t do what you tell me’
The only time I felt free, drinkin’, puffin’ Phillies
No diseases, you were lucky if you sucked some titties
A hundred fifty dollars would last you a lifetime
Cause cigarettes were two bucks, and we didn’t fuck with white lines
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[samples: This one’s designed to make your spine and back wine. Fuck the four play let’s do shit the raw way.]
[Verse 2:]
It was great times, dope beats and great rhymes
Is it me or did Tribe have the illest base lines
In the summertime, drive with flip flops and socks on
In the brown Dodson like the one in the Nas song
Smoking ’til the pot’s gone, then copt another nick
Yo Cracka Philly, I could really use another hit
Five was good for the day as far as gas goes
My ass knows from the metal plate of my Vasgos
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