[Intro: Sticky Fingaz]
Ayo, this yo' boy Sticky Fingaz
Onyx in the muthafuckin' buildin', brrrrat
SnowGoonS
We bringin' back the mothafuckin' '90's, nigguh!
[Verse 1: O.C.]
Yeah, I'm from a time period where the name originated
In the '90's when every group was solo had they own flows (Uh)
For each album in its store set its own bar
The golden era for me's only a metaphor
I'm timeless so it's far from outdated (Uh-huh)
My words to the game appreciates with value
Same as a Basquiat (ahh), flows are abstract
I'm quite sure no other era will surpass that (Ahhwoo)
[Verse 2: DoItAll]
Microphone booth anthem handle 'em (Yeah)
Turntable, SnowGoonS, mandolin (Uh-huh!)
Big shoes, Amtraks, trampoline (Jump up!)
Pussy ass niggas need a ambulance (Ambulance)
DoItAll body features like movie theaters (Woo)
Like a teacher from the bleachers, I can barely read ya
This is Hip Hop, moafucka (Hip Hop), we barely need ya
2-11 law gang, bitch, that's ether!
[Verse 3: U.G.]
Uh, yeah, Lyricist Lounge alumni
My tongue fly like a guillotine, killin' yo' team
The Milly scream like priya on fiyah
Livewire lives expire, lines is lava, uh
Spine divider, '90's rhymer, who's greater?
You rhyme like a 4th grader, I, torch papers
And talk the greatest, I walk with the eighth arc Caesar
I blow a hole through your speaker, and spit ether, uh
[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz]
This is for my B-boys that only do the 2 Steps
When you hear my voice, niggas be like, "Who's that"?!
Got no choice but you fuckas better move back
Pointin' a finger at me, you wanna lose that?
Fuck givin' you dap, y'all niggas dulap
I'm drinkin' Blue Black listenin' to Boom Bap
Wanna get yo' goons clapped, keep it up, might do that
Talkin' shit get you slapped, nigga thought you knew that
[Verse 5: Dres]
It's the Black Sheep Dres
Listen
Gimme a reason, watch me easin', it's the season of the vic
Hated, I'm penetratin' like a lubricated dick
Dictionary, dictionate, hate yo' ass, I'mma show
If you listenin', I'm glistenin', illuminatin' glow
This is just a lil' somethin', so you can always come in
I got, just wait yo' buttin', I come to push the button
No need for frontin', soldier, I represent the culture
I hope somebody told ya, I hate to flip the folder, game over
I'm tellin' you cats remain sober
Beyond the Lamborghini, dog's outta yo' Range Rover
From in and out, I keep the cabben? pal
Any street any beat, watch me eat the same chowder
This ain't no room so every summer the SnowGoonS make it hurt
When I give 'em dessert with no spoon
Dres forever flammable and cannabis in cannibals
An essence all it takes is yo' presence to feed the animals
[Verse 6: Nine IX]
All I'm tryin' to get our point across we just aim different
Can't say the '90's without, puttin' my name in it
Nine Lives, Cloud 9, I put rain in it
Shit get popped out a couple me soon as I came in it
A lotta rappers want my style like a overcoat
I won't even brag no more, I'mma overgloat
Niggas know me when they hear me, this ain't mumble rap
All these new niggas is ass and that's the real trap
[Verse 7: Sonny Seeza]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bust through the door, '93, we in raw
Rippin', hittin', makin' mosh pits from a dancefloor (Uh)
Raw, now shoot us with this Nessie
Member DJ's throwin' while I'm stylin' on them Technics
Come try to compete but we will still smashin' 'em
Goin' in crazy then them plaques became platinum
I love the '90's, but some of it was FUCKED
Got some fam lost life and my brother got LUCKED
[Verse 8: Ras Kass]
Who you rhyme like, you sound like my favorite rapper
I rap like myself Ras Kass your favorite rapper
If you rap like who I like then I don't like you
You a sucka MC, buddy, shame on you
True, ODB, get wild on a nigga
Like fashion week catwalk in style on a nigga
SnowGoonin', I might write in on a tun-tun
Luke Skywalker lightsaber in my Sean John's
Fuckin' moolie pay through my bon-bons
Blue black sample albino was Krondon (Woo)
Fuck you, this that '90's shit
We rider on rhymes and keep it grimy, bitch
And I spit more English than a London Brit
Find me behind the lines stick 'em ups, timey shit
[Verse 9: Psycho Les]
Yo, I'm in a '90's mood (Uh-huh)
40 ounce to wash down the Chinese food (That's right)
Rollin' out somethin', we 'bout to blaze all that (Like that)
My raps hit harder than a baseball bat (Brrah)
I'm a stone killer on the mic, constructin' murder (Toma)
Jeans saggin' rockin' Timbs like a construction worker (Woo)
Stomp you out on the street like we don't care (We don't care)
Take yo' wallet out yo' pocket, and leave you there, mothafucka (Leave you there, leave you there, leave you there)
