90s Rap Mashup (Acoustic)

Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop singin'

Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll

I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover

Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go

Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what?

Listen to it pound

Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

I got that wood grain with the leather seats

I got the windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me

Smokin' on that doja

Four of my buddies in the back screamin', "No Limit soldiers!"

One, two, three and to the fo'

Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'

Ready to make an entrance, so back on up

'Cause you know we're about to rip stuff up

Give me the microphone first so I can bust it like a bubble

L.A. and Nashville together, man, you know you in trouble

It ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby

Y'all loc'ed out people so we're crazy

I remember walking you from school and homies hate me

But I ain't trippin' 'cause I knew one day, girl, you'll be my lady

You'll probably have my babies, I know it sounds crazy

But thugs need love, if you real, girl, save me

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month

Get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and get up

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month

Get up, get up, get up everybody singin'

Give me two pairs

'Cause I need two pairs

So I can get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones

Get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones

Give me two pairs

'Cause I need two pairs

So I can get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones

Get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones

Colt 45 and two Zigzags

Baby, that's all we need

We can go to the park after dark

We can smoke that tumbleweed

As the marijuana burn, we can take our turn

Singin' them dirty rap songs

So stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong

Sellin' tapes from here to Hong Kong

So roll, roll, roll my joint

Pick out the seeds and stems

Feeling high as hell

Flyin' through Palmdale

Skatin' on Dayton rims

So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe De Ville

If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my Caddy will

I wanna be a baller, shot caller

Twenty inch blades on my Impala

Caller gettin' paid tonight

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making money then fly way

But there's got to be a better way

A better way, better way, yeah

Boys and girls, wanna hear a true story?

Saturday night, I was at this real wild party

They had the liquor overflowing the cup

About 5 or 6 strippers trying to work for a buck

And I took one girl outside with me

Her name's Maria, she went to junior high with me

I said, "Why you up in there dancing for cash?

I guess a whole a lot's changed since I seen you last"

She said

What would you do if your son was at home

Crying all alone on the bedroom floor

And he's hungry

And the only way to feed him is to, sleep with a man for a little bit of money

And his daddy's gone

Somewhere smoking rock now, in and out of lockdown

I ain't got a job now

So for you this is just a good time, but for me this is what I call life