'95

[Intro]

Look

I'm dark skinned so please don't take me lightly

Stogie in my hand, begging, "Please light me again"

Don't this feel like '96 or '95?

Edward Scissorhands with this doobie while I drive (Yeah)

[Verse]

Passenger seats with a freak, should I creep with her? (Nah)

I'm too tired, we don't fuck, I just sleep with her

And baby momma's still patient (What she say?)

She found the rubbers in my dresser, hm (God bless her)

Third trimester I don't really wanna stress her

So daddy will deny her, orgasms I supply her

To the women that inspired all them rhymes I wrote

And killed millions of civilians with the nines I tote (Bang, bang)

I'm just young, dumb and ignorant (Nah)

I couldn't go to college, so I settled to be a nigga then (Yeah you can man)

Paper chasing

I wonder if the government formulating (Quit talkin' like that)

This chemistry that got them rich niggas paper racist (You goin' crazy!)

It seems that I'm a goner, so I escape aromas (Nah, stop)

Of that hate with weed and marijuana (Chill out!)

And conforming is what I'm living with (Uh uh)

Cause you die if you different (No you don't!)

And now I'm smoking

[Outro]

Yeah

And don't this feel like '95 nigga?

And don't this feel like '95 nigga?

Yeah, and don't this feel like '95 nigga?

And don't this feel like '95 nigga?