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1992
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Hip-Hop
1992 was released on December 1, 2019 by The Real Fifth as a part of the album Area Codes: DC - EP
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Release DateDecember 1, 2019
LabelThe Real Fifth
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Owen Hunte
Owen Hunte
Performer
Primary Element
Primary Element
Performer
Jack Baker
Jack Baker
Performer
Malik Bashiruddin Carter
Malik Bashiruddin Carter
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Owen Hunte
Owen Hunte
Songwriter
Philip Waters
Philip Waters
Songwriter
Jack Baker
Jack Baker
Songwriter
Malik Bashiruddin Carter
Malik Bashiruddin Carter
Songwriter
Nicholas Voisey
Nicholas Voisey
Songwriter
Sean Andrew Phelan
Sean Andrew Phelan
Songwriter
Owen Gwynfor Davies
Owen Gwynfor Davies
Songwriter
Eliott Maurice Brown
Eliott Maurice Brown
Songwriter

Lyrics

I’m ridin’ in a coupé
I’m blowing 97, got a bad chick with me like it’s 1992
I’m bumpin’ Pac, Biggie, Snoop
And a little bit of Wu
Got the gin and the juice and
We just kicking back like it ain’t nothing to do
In a car with no roof
I’m cruising through the city, not a problem in the world
I got my haters mad ’cause they see me doing well
I’m headed to that bag, with no hands upon the wheel
And I ain’t even gotta brag, I just try to keep it real
I just try to keep it real
I ain’t even gotta brag, I’m just getting to the bag, I’m just try’n’a keep it real
I’m just try’n’a keep it real
I’m just try’n’a keep it real
I’m getting to the bag, try’n’a keep it real
My haters looking mad ’cause I’m doing well
I’m blowing good gas, get it in the mail
And you know I’m dripping water like a wishing well
Breaking bank, moving weight, and we tipping scales
Work smart, hustle hard, get some different skills
Satisfied, never that, ’til we flipping mills
I need my pockets fat like they don’t miss a meal
I’m cut from special cloth, I got a different build
So many ups and downs, I been through shit for real
I’m riding through my city in some different wheels
And you should call me dip, I’m getting chips for real
I’m feeling right, like tonight goin’ be a good night
So if I die, I could say I lived a good life
I put my city on, repping my hood right
Keep the music game on lock, like Suge Knight
I’m ridin’ in a coupé
I’m blowing 97, got a bad chick with me like it’s 1992
I’m bumpin’ Pac, Biggie, Snoop
And a little bit of Wu
Got the gin and the juice and
We just kicking back like it ain’t nothing to do
In a car with no roof
I’m cruising through the city, not a problem in the world
I got my haters mad ’cause they see me doing well
I’m headed to that bag with no hands upon the wheel
And I ain’t even gotta brag, I just try to keep it real
I just try to keep it real
I ain’t even gotta brag, I’m just getting to the bag
I’m just try’n’a keep it real
I’m just try’n’a keep it real
I’m just try’n’a keep it real
Written by: Jack Baker, Malik Bashiruddin Carter, Owen Hunte
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