1996 (Version 1)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: G Wilkes & Andy B] 1996 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss Never make eye contact with the people in the streets Otherwise you get pissed like Mister X in circus Or "The 2 Live Crew's" Martinez or "Pulp Fiction's" Marsalis Wallace I'm stuffed with that naked hatred, tending to get rid of me Makin' me sin by seein' depths of hell inside of me, B Big city problems, big city attitude, big city shit Pick a chick, pay check and check this out how it'll freak Extract from abstract death practice, devil keeps track On mackin' and wackin' fat hoes, mеga force killcrack Reefer, buddha, cheeba, cannabis, meth, pot, bionic Homе, grown, grass, green, hash, brown, indo, boo-yaa, chronic Smoke disturb the words of wisdom they never listen "Fuck tomorrow" any season gives'em reason to not give a fuck about prison bar So far they buy a car or rather mack one With gun and then get butt when cops come [Chorus: G Wilkes & Andy B] 1996 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss 1997 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss 1998 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss Never make eye contact with the people in the streets 1996 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss 1997 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss 1998 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss Never make eye contact with the people in the streets [Verse 2: G Wilkes & Andy B] 1996 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss Never open up your inner chamber for a kiss Otherwise you get dissed, bitches see this and piss on you Get back on you, you're down on your knees, they fading you Piece by piece your system decrease, history shrinks to lower degrees Collapse like better future for communists Wolfhounds humble Stumbling you tumble like used condom Hopes crumble, you dreamed of stardom Now you mumble like native man in jungle They make a proud man a coward man Freaking out like Redman lover superman In front of mirror like Robert de Niro Weirdo with lost ego, passed amigo Late hero in fist fight with blow indo Mental status zero, help me be kind no evil People 96 up to 2000 bingo Between foes and hoes Moscow style lingo [Chorus: G Wilkes & Andy B] 1996 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss 1997 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss 1998 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss Never make eye contact with the people in the streets 1996 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss 1997 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss 1998 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss Never make eye contact with the people in the streets 1996 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss 1997 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss 1998 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss Never make eye contact with the people in the streets 1996 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss 1997 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss 1998 — middle finger stuck up from fist, what a bliss Never make eye contact with the people in the streets [Куплет 3: Vega] Девяносто седьмой год наступил и вот жизнь идёт Ключом бьёт, Big Black Boots вместе год, им везёт Они знают, что хотят, в чём жизни толк Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock-knock В девяносто восьмом мы вхожи в каждый дом Теле-радио шоу, день за днём, лимузин, Chuck D за рулём Salt'n'Pepa моет пол, наш дом полон Ну а кофе нам в постель носит G Warren Девяносто девятый, Big Black Boots в MTV чартах Попса терпит крах, мы во всех хит-парадах Кладов не надо, Dr. Dre платит справно Snoop's upside ya head говорит нам: «Не надо, ребята» Две тыщи — это год, когда мы ищем альтернативную станцию Ведь MTV не справляется, дайте Grammy, овацию Тамц-тамц-туру-дамц, все встают, хлопают, топают Внимание! Все камеры работают! [Outro: G Wilkes] 1996 1997 1998 1996 1997 1998