96 // NiNeSikkx by TyC // 95 KiD Lyrics
[Produced by MZ Boom Bap]
[Intro - ODB Sample]
Now I wanna know who's in the motherfucking house!
Is Queens in tha house?!
[Verse 1: TyC]
Roll up da philly, we getting silly
In graffitti lofts chilling on chilli rocks, just really
Only young knocks out on the look out for cops
In these spots We watch, talk, drop
Lots of conscious, lyrically accomplish
- Complicated interlectual content
Share ya company from Z to compton
Stop the narrative, this is native to y’all
Scene: a big party which bitches, Q and lamar
Styro-cup, don’t give a fuck about your „I-know stuff“
Eye-go-not so ironically inside your psych-oh-Uhhm.-
I don’t know why I do smoke so much. Take a toke is lust
But tonight I’m getting high like I am so in-luck
Yea I’ll toke a lot, crack a morgan open like coconut
Roll- a blunt and get so in-touch with Emily
Your best friend may be your enemy. Who’s got stuff? (Put it up if you don’t give a fuck!!)
- Put it up, baby push it up, you sitting weird though
I’m in the truck, she gimme fuck, I’m speaking weird though
„What a weirdo, he’s like so for-real gross“
But reckoning that you subbed to me, shows you got an ear for me though
For me these egos and machos are very muchos
Not my secundos, they’re unos, who don’t know my Judo
Muchas Gracias, I learned that shit on Sesame
Don’t know what the fuck is up with me, I act so recklessly
First crashed my car in a tree and now I killed Stephany
She was another girl who once ago had slept with me
- Just saw a cow shoot down the deputy
What the fuck is up, where’s the party and where is Stephany?
I think I’m credibly so incredibly high right now
I believe I can fly right now
I’m in the sky zone, high zone, lost in the mist above me –
This for my NY peeps living like Big Lebowski
[Intro - ODB Sample]
Now I wanna know who's in the motherfucking house!
Is Queens in tha house?!
[Verse 1: TyC]
Roll up da philly, we getting silly
In graffitti lofts chilling on chilli rocks, just really
Only young knocks out on the look out for cops
In these spots We watch, talk, drop
Lots of conscious, lyrically accomplish
- Complicated interlectual content
Share ya company from Z to compton
Stop the narrative, this is native to y’all
Scene: a big party which bitches, Q and lamar
Styro-cup, don’t give a fuck about your „I-know stuff“
Eye-go-not so ironically inside your psych-oh-Uhhm.-
I don’t know why I do smoke so much. Take a toke is lust
But tonight I’m getting high like I am so in-luck
Yea I’ll toke a lot, crack a morgan open like coconut
Roll- a blunt and get so in-touch with Emily
Your best friend may be your enemy. Who’s got stuff? (Put it up if you don’t give a fuck!!)
- Put it up, baby push it up, you sitting weird though
I’m in the truck, she gimme fuck, I’m speaking weird though
„What a weirdo, he’s like so for-real gross“
But reckoning that you subbed to me, shows you got an ear for me though
For me these egos and machos are very muchos
Not my secundos, they’re unos, who don’t know my Judo
Muchas Gracias, I learned that shit on Sesame
Don’t know what the fuck is up with me, I act so recklessly
First crashed my car in a tree and now I killed Stephany
She was another girl who once ago had slept with me
- Just saw a cow shoot down the deputy
What the fuck is up, where’s the party and where is Stephany?
I think I’m credibly so incredibly high right now
I believe I can fly right now
I’m in the sky zone, high zone, lost in the mist above me –
This for my NY peeps living like Big Lebowski