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letra de nineties baby - big coach the big homie

[intro: big homie & ahava]
with the gravy on it!
(uh)
(yeah)
uh…
ya..
yaaayuh…
t, h, c…
nineties baby, nineties baby, ya (niiinties ba-aby)
lil’ uh that ol’ school love..
ooh-oh-oooh-oh
big homie, cheeeckin’ in..

[hook: ahava]
i always loved some fresh nike aaaaiiirrs!
pop the seal then i’ll be wavy on em! (whoo!)
i’ll always love some home cooked meeaalls!
thanksgivin’ turkey, with the gravy on it! (huh!)
this the kinda music that you blow dro in ya car to, (eerrr!)
this the time to do it, catch ya feelings hope you are attuned
no cereal, no cartoons, etheral vr dude, (blat!)
askin’ me who are you? starin’ in the mirror! (mirror)
this the kinda music that you blow dro in ya car to, (eerrr!)
this the type’a tune for when you blow o’s off ya mom’s roof
no cereal, no cartoons, etheral vr dude, (blat!)
askin’ me who are you? starin’ in the mirror! (mirror)
[verse 1: big homie]
it was starter jackets pulled over the hoodies
hit a l!ck and cop the new jigga tape from goody
it was cool to light the ciggy, duckin school was no biggie
i was watchin fresh prince, takin notes and gettin jiggy
i was just a youngin but was steady up to somethin
we saw war and evil comin, this before we started trumpin
n-gga wit an attitude, hardly showing gratitude
hard to see the finish line when police always mad at you
truth is they ain’t teach us what we needed in the schools
sold us broken dreams now we competin for the tools
drown my generation but was raised in lakes and pools
god i love a nation that just takes to breaking rules
uh!
two turntables and a god d-mn microphone
we was in the streets all day til the lights was on
living room watchin sp-ce jam on the telly
thinkin that’s gonna be me and there ain’t nothing y’all can tell me
i had hoop dreams, then i started kicking flows bruce lee
now i’m gettin paper and i do it profusely
lotta pretty women wanna stalk and seduce me
cuz they know nothing lil when i’m talking bout the uzi
in my opinion clinton was the first black president
type of n-gga out here gettin jacked in the residence
politicians lying on the tv so i’m hesitant
they don’t give a f-ck about the people and it’s evident
i remember watching forrest thinkin run n-gga!
at first they gonna beat you, then comes triggas
east coast, west coast, that’ll make some figgas
but then we shot up all our heroes n now they can’t be here wit us
this the type of sh-t that you just get p-ssed and blow swishas to
this the type of sh-t for when you raising h-ll, biblical
half of you is fixable, the other half is criminal
k!lling verses, clinical, the rest of y’all is pitiful
uh!
[hook: ahava]
i always loved some fresh nike aaaaiiirrs!
pop the seal then i’ll be wavy on em! (whoo!)
i’ll always love some home cooked meeaalls!
thanksgivin’ turkey, with the gravy on it! (huh!)
this the kinda music that you blow dro in ya car to, (eerrr!)
this the time to do it, catch ya feelings hope you are attuned
no cereal, no cartoons, etheral vr dude, (blat!)
askin’ me who are you? starin’ in the mirror! (mirror)
this the kinda music that you blow dro in ya car to, (eerrr!)
this the type’a tune for when you blow o’s off ya mom’s roof
no cereal, no cartoons, etheral vr dude, (blat!)
askin’ me who are you? starin’ in the mirror! (mirror)

[outro: ahava & big homie]
miii-hiir-roo-orr!
miii-hiir-roo-orr!
miii-hiir-roo-orr!

y’all welcome for this one..
ahava you k!lled this bruh..

- big coach the big homie

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