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96 cris - dom kennedy lyrics

[hook]
shoutout to the homie from the bay at the afterparty
that gave me that kill
but i still
f-ck with my n-gg- smack
we smoke spliffs with some 96 cris

[verse 1]
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
give 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
n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s 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
[hook]
so shoutout to the homie from the bay at the afterparty
that gave me that…kill
but i still
f-ck with my n-gg- smack
we smoke spliffs with some 96 cris’

[verse 2]
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 cr-ps, rollin’ j’s
still miss my n-gg- phil, po’ the drank
real g’s don’t gossip
don’t be tellin’ me what you read on bossip, lil n-gg-
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 n-body know with 12 cars
you will never walk in my house and smell hawk
her body lookin’ ready to go, a well thought
of course if i call you a b-tch i’m a male dog
my bills too low for me to fall off !
y’all gonna have to take this -ss whopping gracefully
hey bobby womack save a place for me, oh yeah

shoutout

[hook]
shoutout to the homie from the bay at the afterparty
that gave me that.. kill
but i still
f-ck with my n-gg- smack
we smoke spliffs with some 96 cris

- dom kennedy lyrics

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