1200 (feat. Hot Winter)

Back in 98 I was chilling with them niggas Back in 98 Sipping in my villa Back in 98 My backyard was Coachella Back in 98 Back in 98 When the TV wasn't on Back in 98 They ain't know where we were from Back in 98 When my conscious often gone And Feel is off and on Give a fuck on every song Where's the codeine at? Where's the bloody Marry at? Where's the codeine at? Where's the bloody Marry at? Where's the forty ounce bounce With them hoes with the lips? Where's the low rider whip With the Chevy on the tip? Back in 98 I was chilling with them niggas Back in 98 Sipping in my villa Back in 98 My backyard was Coachella Back in 98 Back in 98 When the TV wasn't on Back in 98 They ain't know where we were from Back in 98 When my conscious often gone And Feel is off and on Give a fuck on every song Yeah Yeah Hot Winter Crisp First things first I am first Ain't no question bout' it You haven't of the team? Because I highly doubt it Every man's got his limits So we booked the venue out And now it's looking pretty overcrowded Surrounded, by lady Mona Lisa's What other rappers? We are our own features Four bar service but still you can't reach us Hands out tryna greet us Mamas and their mamacita's You don't go where we go It's a no go Talking who's who and so so's Spielberg got it all on the go pro That's not my new number I'm giving you It's the amount that you owe Telling you what you don't know Then she sneaks me in her house Her mom like welcome home Hot Winter roaming around we never alone Sipping on Patrome acting like she's grown She speaks like her skin and girl I love that tone She's my shelter gives me dome Foreign girls you know when in Rome when I Yeah We reppin' twelve hundred Go to joburg and back We reppin' twelve hundred Nelspruit on the map Reppin' twelve hundred Got your girl on my lap We reppin' twelve hundred Twelve hundred Twelve hundred Yeah We reppin' twelve hundred We reppin' twelve hundred Ref can I have a halftime? Hold up Yo can I get a landline? I mean I'm phoning all these women with no airtime I mean I'm cutting all these bars with no jail time I told you time and time again that we the ones to beat I told you time and time again that we the ones with heat Rap the beat, move your feet Put the tap in tapestry I bring the rap in rapsody Y'all niggas can't handle books So handle the authority I major in majorities Or are we speaking metaphorically Handle all my words orally Or are we playing Nintendo Wii At my cribo go one hundred to zero Are talking, are you talking me? Robert Dinero Fuck it dawg he wrote that shit Robert Dinero line he wrote that shit But i don't give a shit Part of the A-Team Double on the A cup Got a few baskets but I ball like I'm a Laker Went to the club saw myself a booty shaker Shake her money maker Hot Winter the steez don't forget all of my haters Women playing games when really we all players We all fuck boys and they say it's, truth Yeah We reppin' twelve hundred Go to joburg and back We reppin' twelve hundred Nelspruit on the map Reppin' twelve hundred Got your girl on my lap We reppin' twelve hundred Twelve hundred Twelve hundred Yeah We reppin' twelve hundred We reppin' twelve hundred