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[Hook:] Like it was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch Big money, subwoofer reignin savage It was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch MC 24 crawling through the traffic It was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch Rolling clean, hella screen, digi-dashed it It was 1986, coldest year ever Mama coulda cut me out the womb but she knew better [Verse 1:] Digi my dash, this for the playas That got them some golds and copped them some gators Fresh than a motherfucker I knew what it took The thing that I'm givin' you couldn't get out a book Now don't be trickin' no hoes, don't be lendin' your ride And if you fuck, wear a rubber cause they burnin' inside If it don't pay what ya askin' then you wastin' yo time If you can't get you no old school don't go fuckin' with mine [Hook] [Verse 2:] Watchin' for jackers, scopin' for law They go to hatin' when I'm basin' cause I swang and I crawl Scrapin the wall, rubbin' the curb Letras de cancionesA chef with the whippin', my trunk shaken and stirred I got a fetish for Chevys, a itch for the dollar On the hunt for a freak, down to fuck if she swallow I be poppin' my collar til I'm dead in a tomb Hell, I been poppin' my collar since I fell out the womb [Hook] [Bridge:] It feels good to have it Knowing that I did what I could It feels good to have it I put the leather on top of the wood It feels good to have it I rode chrome all around my streets It feels good to have it To see it, to need it, to grab it Feels good to have it [Hook] From Letras Mania