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(ft. Miss Jaye) Hook: This ain't 1994, dawg At least not the war dawg In my mind, I stay making war, hoes Beat knocking on the door until they took the boys off. Uh, they say the game's so tragic Here she stays, get deprived of the classics It's the hip hop magic, misguided challenge All the car tracks that wouldn't last a week Much less a flashback.. that session From way back, all they wanna know many racks you stack I stack anal racks and brace the past like a history... The last cassette player! Hook: This ain't 1994, dawg At least not the war dawg In my mind, I stay making war, hoes Beat knocking on the door until they took the boys off. Creep it to the the smog on the humble I making on your blog and they get... Always searching for a start, the good old days When it was more about your boss, less about the cars What you said now, what you had made you who you are The game went viral, down world spiral Kicks here break beats. down to the spinal Realness was everything so vital Hook: This ain't 1994, dawg At least not the war dawg In my mind, I stay making war, hoes Beat knocking on the door until they took the boys off.. So you must believe the message, that you're sending The sounds reflect the lifestyle that you're living Are you listening? Cause something's missing Listen, we can go back and fort, they're just kicking Don't want a couple... so we can flip in The future and the past colab until we dig in Just as long as... somewhere in here! Hook: This ain't 1994, dawg At least not the war dawg In my mind, I stay making war, hoes Beat knocking on the door until they took the boys off. |