1995

[Intro: Juicy J & Logic]
Play me some pimpin, man, yeah
Higher than a mother****er, dawg
Whats up with Logic? Whats good,man?
Hey ,hey, hey, yeah,yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We blessed
What Juicy say?He be like, 'Shut the **** up!'
Thats it? Haha (Yeah, yeah )
[Verse 1: Logic]
Whippin through West Deer Park
Lookin for scandalous shorties, only come out after dark
Hit the homie Slaydro for some shit we could spark
Skippin school, feelin cool, we did not give a ****
Huh, was never one for the academics
But knew the everyday struggle
Avada Kedavra to all you Muggles
My lane different, too sufficient, my brain different
Im ill though, fifteen, mastered the skill though
Since I was working at the supermarket
Every week, another new department
Til I signed my deal with Def Jam in a new apartment
Always wanna change with the times
Number one best seller on the New York Times
But my childhood was riddled with crime, widdled the rhyme, now I shine
Im Tarantino in his prime, Im Jules with the Jerry curl
Im nothin without rap like the swine without the pearl
Im dirty, like ****in your girl just to son you, Ima cum in your girl
Thought you was gonna make it as a rapper with no Plan B
Im so successful, most people cant stand me
Only thing I dont have is a ****in Grammy
Yeah, but you know that boy nominated
Go ultra Travolta, and watch me dominate it
Catch me whippin throughthe Basas in that Bronco
Logic go blanco, huh, bumpin that Pretty Flacko
RattPack come hither, wherever I go
Just a youngin on his come up tryna make it
Til the baddest bitch in the world tannin by my pool naked
So to the youngin on his come up listening, boy, you could make it
Whippin through Gaithersburg, whippin through West Deer
Whippin through Germantown, whippin through Rockville
Whippin through, whippin through, whippin, whippin, wh-whippin
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Whippin through North Memphis back in 1995 (Five)
Screamin 'Mafia!', had my city hypnotized (Tized)
Gulf Stream 30,000 feet up in the sky (Sky)
Dabbin off her titties, goddamn, time flies
Whippin through north Memphis back in 1995 (Five)
Screamin 'Mafia!', had my city hypnotized (Tized)
Gulf Stream 30,000 feet up in the sky
Dabbin off her titties, goddamn, time flies (Woo)
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Young niggas, we was gettin paid, runnin the game like arcade
Lil nigga Juicy been made, ****in your mama back stage
I was getting mine in the streets, some of yall never came outside
And Im still spendin that paper back from 1995
[Outro: Project Pat]
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok (Gonna take the time to say-)