1985

Lyrics

My brother said, "Don't say that"
 I said, "Fuck that, I'm gon' get a whoopin' anyway!
 It don't make no goddamn difference"
 Fuck that, I'm not goin' to find shit
 
 What your mom say? "Take the garbage out, what the fuck?"
 (Yeah) Yeah, don't lose the beat motherfucker
 Take the garbage out
 Yeah-yeah, I just upped the flows to the God level, nigga, what
 Yeah
 Yeah-yeah
 Finna up the flows to the God level, nigga, what
 Yeah, check-check
 Yeah, mic check-check
 Yeah, nigga, check-check
 Yeah, bitch, check-check
 Yeah, yeah
 Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin' (Yeah)
 Hit a bitch with that extended clip or that revolver
 Shit'll serve the same purpose (Bang, bang)
 Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby
 I can smell the 'caine burnin'
 Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus
 Put them F'in Xs on your clowned ass
 Catch a nigga up and leave him down bad
 I go get a pack and take a nigga town
 And fuck his bitches with my out-of-town ass
 Bomb on niggas like Nagasaki
 Rocket next to my pocket, hot like hibachi
 Drop the check on the bitch
 Man, these niggas be lookin' like baby mommas in these Maseratis
 Bitch, I fuck up your face with a razor
 How I make sure your motherfuckin' family can't view your body
 Nigga thuggin' and shit, put my blood in this shit
 Prick my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati)
 Joe Pesci, push your product
 You niggas is sweeter than Joe Exotic
 On the run like Assata, so fuck the police
 As a nigga be chillin' in the hotbox (Hoppin' out the box)
 Police caught him with a whole thang
 Now they snitchin' man, whole gang workin'
 Gangland, made a lane in it
 Dip my name in it, it's some gang murder
 All my reps in the crack files, bitch, I got 'em up out the vault
 I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that Brillo
 And be rippin' them contenders off (Them contenders off)
 Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby
 I can smell the 'caine burnin'
 Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie 'caine, it'll be a gang murder
 1985, Michael Jordan, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus
 Flow God level, like when HOV speak
 I make a song weep, I got the game hurt
 Bitch, yeah-yeah
 Flow God level, like when HOV speak
 I make a song weep, I got the game hurt
 Yeah, yeah-yeah
 Yeah, check-check
 Check-check
 Check-check
 Check-check
 Niggas need a check-check, yeah
 We got everybody in the house, tonight
 I'll wait for my DJ to get ready
 Nah
 

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Duration
02:32
Tempo
130 BPM

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