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(Timeless)
I can't go back
Saggy denim, 1995
I be all in 'em, L. L. on the side
With my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I love to get fly, uh
Gotta get 'em, Ralph Lauren denim
Patches on that ass, my ass a good fitting
1995, I'ma listen to Sublime
Drink that 40 ounce to Freedom to the day that I die
Gonna listen me Selena, drink a 40 a cry
Gonna roll me up a Beamer, I'ma go and get high
While it's 1995, getting fly to pass the time
I'ma slip up from behind while he go and buy that wine
We ain't looking at the time, don't nobody got a phone
We gon' kick it in the park and we ain't never going home
'Caulay Culkin, Home Alone, while I'm smoking on a bone
New York City is my throne and I love to call it home (uh, uh)
Saggy denim, 1995
I be all in 'em, L. L. on the side
With my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I love to get fly
I speak that Gualla Gualla, that peso, pound, and dollar
That oocjie walla walla Polo rican mama mama
Come holla at ya Gualla, they hootin' and they holla
That platano banana, roll my weed in my Fronta
I speak that Gualla Gualla, that Spanish hoochie mama
That Puerto Rican drama, that f*ck you, pay me nana
I care about my comma, I got a code of honor
I smoke the bestest weed, shout out my plug and farmer
I speak that mira mira, that mira, oye linda
That vien aqui mi'jita, tu eres mi chiquita
I grew up in the projects with nasty stairs and halls
The ghetto has no censor and I done seen it all
That's why I see your cause and I see your flaws
But I see that you a G, and, yeah, you be a boss
Hood chick with some raid tricks, you get either, or
Could spin and call my main chick know she need a don
So I'ma leave alone, ice cream and the cone
Leavin' in the Allo Beamer, baggy jeans is on
And you know me, I be in leaves with some sneakers on
Preferably Clydes, when the rest of them slides, sliders know
Destiny rides by me blowin'
Sess in the sky so we acceptably high
Born in the same place, took a minute to find ya
I'm tryin' but you tryin' to say my time's up
And I've lied enough, I haven't tried enough
So I gotta say some shit before this rhyme's up
Des' you my love, my thug, my drug
When I gon' make my mind up
Saggy denim, 1995
I be all in 'em, L. L. on the side
With my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I love to get fly
In red and blue, yellow and white too
1992, campus, we row crew
Windbreakers with my forty acres
Chillin' like the Quakers
I roll through with mad flavors
Went from Philly dutches papers
