The 90's Are Back

Lyrics

[Intro: Sticky Fingaz]: Ayo, it's yo' boy Sticky Fingaz, Onyx in the muthafuckin' buildin', brrrrat, SnowGoonS, we bringin' back the mothafuckin' 90s, nigguh! [Verse 1: O.C.]: Yeah, I'm from a time period where the name originated In the 90s when every group was solo had they own flows (Oh) For each album in its store set it so bar? The golden era for me's only a metaphor I'm timeless so it's far from outdated (Uhuh) My words to the game appreciates with value Same as a Basquiat, flows are abstract I'm quite sure no other era will surpass that [Verse 2: DoItAll]: Microphone booth anthem handle 'em (Yeah!) Turntable, SnowGoonS, mandolin (Uhuh!) Big shoes, Amtraks, trampoline (Jump up!) Pussy-ass niggas need a ambulance! DoItAll body features like movie theaters (Oh!) Like a teacher from the bleachers I can barely reach ya! This is Hip Hop, moafucka, we barely need ya 2-11 law gang, bitch, that's ether! [Verse 3: U.G.]: Uh, yeah, Lyricist Lounge alumni My tongue fly like a guillotine, killin' yo' team The Milly scream like priya on fiyah Livewire lives expire lines is lava, uh Spine divider, 90s rhymer, who's greater? You rhyme like a 4th grader I, torch papers And talk the greatest I walk with the eighth arc Caesar I blow a hole through your speaker, and spit ether, uh [Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz]: This is for my B-boys that only do the 2 steps When you hear my voice niggas be like "Who's that"?! Got no choice but you fuckas better move back Pointin' a finger at me you wanna lose that? Fuck givin' you dap, y'all niggas dulap I'm drinkin' Blue Black listenin' to Boom Bap Wanna get yo' goons clapped, keep it up, might do that Talkin' shit get you slapped, nigga thought you knew that! [Verse 5: Dres]: It's the Black Sheep Dres, listen Gimme a reason, watch me easin' it's the season of the vic Hated, I'm penetratin' like a lubricated dick Dictionary, dictionate, hate yo' ass I'mma show If you listenin' I'm glistenin' illuminatin' glow This is just a lil' somethin', so you can always come in I got just wait yo' buttin', I come to push the button No need for frontin', soldier, I represent the culture I hope somebody told ya, I hate to flip the folder, game over I'm tellin' you cats remain sober! Beyond the Lamborghini dog's outta yo' Range Rover From in and out, I keep the cabben? pal Any street any beat watch me eat the same chowder This ain't no room so every summer the SnowGoonS make it hurt When I give 'em dessert with no spoon Dres forever flammable and cannabis in cannibals An essence all it takes is yo' presence to feed the animals [Verse 6: Nine IX]: All I'm tryin' to get our point across we just aim different Can't say the 90s without, puttin' my name in it Nine Lives, 12-9, I put rain in it Shit get popped out a couple me soon as I came in it A lotta rappers want my style like a overcoat I won't even brag no more, I'mma overgloat! Niggas know me when they hear me, this ain't Mumble Rap All these new niggas is ass and that's the real trap [Verse 7: Sonny Seeza]: Yeah, yeah, yeah, watch through the door, '93, we in raw Rippin', hittin', makin' mosh pits from a dancefloor (Uh!) Raw, now shoot us with this Nessie Member DJs throwin' while I'm stylin' on them technics Come try to compete but we will still smashin' 'em Goin' in crazy then them plaques became platinum I love the 90s, but some of it was FUCKED! Got some fam lost life and my brother got BUCKED! [Verse 8: Ras Kass]: Who you rhyme like, you sound like my favorite rapper I rap like myself Ras Kass your favorite rapper If you rap like who I like then I don't like you You a sucka MC, buddy, shame on you! True, ODB get wild on a nigga Like fashion week catwalk in style on a nigga SnowGoonin', I might write in on a tun-tun Luke Skywalker lightsaber in my Sean John's Fuckin' moolie pay through my bon-bons Blue black sample albino was crime don (Woo!) Fuck you, this that 90s shit We rider on rhymes and keep it grimy bitch And I spit more English than a London grin Find me behind the lines stick 'em ups dimey? shit [Verse 9: Psycho Les]: Yo, I'm in a 90s mood (Uh-huh) 40 oz. to wash down the Chinese food (That's right) Rollin' out some we 'bout to blaze all that (Like that) My raps hit harder than a baseball bat (Brrah!) I'm a stone killer on the mic constructin' murder (Toma!) Jeans saggin' rockin' Timbs like a construction worker (Woo!) Stomp you out on the street like we don't care Take yo' wallet out yo' pocket and leave you there (Leave you there, mothafucka, leave you there)