dapper swagger squad – whips and dicks ’94 lyrics
yo, i don’t do drugs
drugs do me
you obviously haven’t done enough to see
that i’m here
i’m swag
with a roll of dollar bills
snort with charlie sheen
while i pop a blue pill
i can’t even see past my own two hands
but that’s okay, i’m in imagination land
where up is happy
and blue is mountain
then i wake up half naked in a motherf-cking fountain
sk!lls above average
when it comes to taylor swift you know that i’m avid
i’m on a whole ‘nother planet
and i won’t take it for granted
so ladies b-mp and grind to the beat
that is my commandment
the judges be watchin’
appealin’ to the court
i don’t do it for the pleasure man
i do it for the sport
twisted with the lyrics
and the words i will contort
seeing into the future like minority report
dad worried bout me spendin money on the crack rock
spent it already
bought 50 d’s for my boom box
b-mped it up town with my shitty -ss b-ss
motorboat a b-tch, i got a titty -ss face
took a trip to the 90’s
lookin kinda fine see
got my boom box set to 9g
momma gave birth to a squirt
too alert
to even understand
my predicament was hurt
growin up in a rich neighborhood
don’t feel too good
not doin what you should
is looked down upon
like a dame in a thong
and she’s hidin’ out her big -ss dong
strong is what i had to be
to persevere
in a hood so snappily
upkept
like a f-ckin’ applebee’s
don’t give a care, bout my hair
wear a hat every day and the ladies just stare
it’s f-ckin richland
a beautiful place where
many a b-tch can
chill like a vetchkin
get a tastee-freeze
eat it up with some chips and
hang out with my friends and the b-tches
bout to drop a culture bomb on this 90’s instrumental
nickelodeon had legends of the hidden temple
figure it out
that shit made me shout
kenan and kel made sure goodburger had carry out
soda, soda get him orange soda
got a raspy voice like jedi master yoda
boom box died
don’t know how to carry on
then i pulled out my gameboy
and played some pokémon
porygon back
you motherf-ckers see
the god d-mn 90’s were invented by me
digital age
i’m the digital sage
bustin’ rhymes in code
don’t even have a brain
changin’ shape to please
b-tches on their knees
find some dial-up data
become porygon-z
upgraded in full
f-ck your outdated hole
b-tches be c-mmin’
when i take em to the mall
straight out the womb with a mic in my hand
throwin’ down verses in my city richland
span of my plan
is just to get in my van
we back that shit up
then we pump up the jam
my brothers in the back
and my b-tches on the floor
back to my house to play n64
three years old and still gettin’ paid
back when mr. president was still gettin’ laid
the land before time
before swag and b-ss drop
br-ss knuckles? how bout a f-ckin ring pop
nirvana, vhs and desert storm
when paperbacks and zines were the primo porn
rapper’s ain’t the same these days
they suck d-ck
f-ck the police till easy-e got sick
it wasn’t bout the b-ss, it was about the beat
so i robbed a f-ckin bank cuz a kid’s gotta eat
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