95 Clinton

95 Air Max like I'm a dope runner, hid the stash in the airbag, I crash, I'm a goner The cash in the mattress, right above the monsters 94, Clinton, tryna put my niggas under In the cell, just push-ups and the mail Feel the hunger setting in, know these niggas is frail Ain't got to wonder if they tell, put they ass in the air before they booked, everybody Mob Deep until these niggas get shook Sometimes I feel I lived in the 90's like Play and Kid, hard to put the past behind me from the shit a nigga did That's why I'm watchin' niggas round me and I'm watchin' who they with Cause my past can presently, make sure my future don't exist That's why I ridin with this stick, feel like Moses round his bitch One wave, it'll split the crowd or a nigga wig This for Noire, this for Nomi, for my girl, for my clique The real is underrepresented, so for them I represent For Dono, you my bro, till I die or world blow This for Marco, I can't rest until they pay with what they owe This that 9-5, SL-5, 500 Benz With the 5%, 10 on the wind, 20 inch rims Bumpin' Pac through the tweeters and tens, down I-10 Bad bitch with her hair in the wind, her and her friends Let's take it back, back to the bend, where it begins The era of the Clinton 95, till infinity Cash flow, she gon' do it for the cash flow Throw it up and bring it back home She said, let me sit this ass on ya She said, that's what I got ass fo' She said, that's what I got ass fo' Cash flow, he gon' spend all his cash flow Throw it up and bring it back home He said, let me throw this cash on ya He said, that's what I got cash fo' He said, that's what I got cash fo' Cash flow, cash flow