1986

[Hook] Like it was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch Big money, subwoofer, Randy Savage It was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch MC 24 crawling through the traffic It was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch Rolling clean, hella screen, digi-dashed it It was 1986, coldest year ever Mama coulda cut me out the womb but she knew better [Verse 1] Digi my dash, this for the playas That got them some golds and copped them some gators Fresh than a motherfucker I knew what it took The thing that I'm giving you couldn't get out a book Now don't be tricking no hoes, don't be lending your ride And if you fuck, wear a rubber cause they burning inside If it don't pay whatcha asking then you wasting your time If you can't get you no old school don't go fucking with mine [Hook] [Verse 2] Watching for jackers, scoping for law They go to hating when I'm bassing cause I swang and I crawl Scraping the wall, rubbing the curb A chef with the whipping, my trunk shaken and stirred I got a fetish for Chevys, an itch for the doller On the hunt for a freak, down to fuck if she swallow I be popping my collar til I'm dead in a tomb Hell, I been popping my collar since I fell out the womb [Hook] [Bridge] It feels good to have it Knowing that I did what I could It feels good to have it I put the leather on top of the wood It feels good to have it I rode chrome all around my streets It feels good to have it To see it, to need it, to grab it Feels good to have it [Hook]