96 Cris - Dom Kennedy

Shoutout to the homie from the Bay at the afterparty

That gave me that kill

But I still

Fuck with my nigga Smack

We smoke spliffs with some 96 Cris

Still got it bad for you

Thinkin' bout you at least half of the day

The other half, you know what they say

Kissin' babies, shakin' hands, politickin'

Another sneak diss is not what’s missin'

So I concentrate more on words now

Get the ball to me if it’s 3rd down

I got your back

Wonder why rap at a standstill?

We ain’t dropped in a minute, yep

And that is not a coincidence

I learned to live with no regrets

Your girl lookin' like a 9

My girl lookin' like a Tec

She love when I get it wet

Peel panties off of her

If it’s work to do then I’m off of her

I got a lot of crosses and pendants

Niggas focus on what I make but not what I’m spendin'

I’m grinnin' hardly as much as when I was younger

Thinkin' they would acknowledge me, I couldn’t have been dumber

I’d still rap better than you niggas if I was a plumber

She said «hit me on the next tour» and shot me the number

We leave at 3 AM baby, you know that I want it

I’m back

So shoutout to the homie from the Bay at the afterparty

That gave me that… kill

But I still

Fuck with my nigga Smack

We smoke spliffs with some 96 Cris'

With more quotes than that evangelist

You from Los Angeles

Don’t fall in love with the camera !

I got homies with so many tats on they face

I just laugh, watch 'em shoot craps, rollin' J’s

Still miss my nigga Phil, po' the drank

Real G’s don’t gossip

Don’t be tellin' me what you read on Bossip, lil nigga

Truth be told, I’m tryna find me

Bombed on fools in the 90's

Not nowhere near Tookie but don’t push me

If I squeeze one finger, I’ll get her to talk

With my hand on my heart, don’t step on the chalk

It’s like the John Wooden book

When your Grandma cook

Everybody say «I'm gonna get me some»

I know brothers that rap bars

And brothers that sell hard

And the ones that nobody know with 12 cars

You will never walk in my house and smell hog

Her body lookin' ready to go, a well thought

Of course if I call you a bitch I’m a male dog

My bills too low for me to fall off !

Y’all gonna have to take this ass whopping gracefully

Hey Bobby Womack save a place for me, oh yeah

Shoutout

Shoutout to the homie from the Bay at the afterparty

That gave me that.

kill

But I still

Fuck with my nigga Smack

We smoke spliffs with some 96 Cris