Austin Williams - 90's Rap Mashup (Lyrics)

90's Rap Mashup Lyrics - Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop singin Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover (c'mon) Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now I got that wood grain with the leather seats I got the windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me Smokin' on that doja Four of my buddies in the back screamin', "No Limit soldiers!" One, two, three and to the fo’ Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do’ Ready to make an entrance so back on up (Cause you know we're about to rip stuff up) Give me the microphone first so I can bust it like a bubble LA and Nashville together, man you know you in trouble Ain't nuthin’ but a G thang, baby Y’all loc'ed out people so we're crazy I remember walking you from school and homies hate me But I ain't tripin cause I knew one day girl you'd be my lady You’ll probably have my babies I know it sounds crazy But thugs need love and if you real girl save me Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month Get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month Get up, get up, get up everybody singin Give me two pairs (Cause) I need two pairs (So I) can get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones Get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones Sayin Colt 45 and two Zigzags, Baby, that's all we need We can go to the park after dark We can smoke that tumbleweed. As the marijuana burn we can take our turn Singin' them dirty rap songs Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong Sellin tapes from here to Hong Kong So roll, roll, roll my joint, Pick out the seeds and stems Feeling high as hell Flyin' through Palmdale Skatin on Dayton rims So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe De Ville If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my Caddy will. I wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty inch blades on my Impala Caller gettin' paid tonight Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making money then fly way But there's got to be a better way A better way, better way, yeah Boys and girls wanna hear a true story? Saturday night I was at this real wild party They had the liquor overflowing the cup About 5 or 6 strippers trying to work for a buck And I took one girl outside with me Her name was Maria, she went to junior high with me I said, "Why you up in there dancing for cash? I guess a whole a lot's changed since I seen you last." She said What would you do if your son was at home Crying all alone on the bedroom floor And he's hungry And the only way to feed him is to, sleep with a man for a little bit of money And his daddy's gone Somewhere smoking rock now, in and out of lockdown I ain't got a job now So for you this is just a good time, but for me this is what I call life Submissions / Inquiries - nick@bangersonlyhq.com Partner Channels: ChillOnly - https://bit.ly/3uYHKe3 SauceOnly - https://bit.ly/30gjpSP BagOnly - https://bit.ly/38eIimn VibesOnly - https://bit.ly/30dN2nQ