Ninety Nine

(I'm tryna record just be quiet) Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Woah Ay, ay Laying back, blowing out the speakers sitting in my four door Racing down the highway doing 84 Said she want some songs she want more more And she wanna be my wife but she a whore whore When I'm smoking on the haze it gets wavy I got more rhymes then the biggest dogs like Jay Z Will I blow up soon, I guess the answers maybe All I know is that the come up getting crazy When she ask about my problems I say I got ninety nine And that number is still relevant in all parts of my life And I'm cutting up the tracks like I'm playing with a knife And I wanna find a girl I could make into my wife Saying oh oh oh I wish I could go back in time And I kinda think that rapping's nice My dreams consume me like a parasite And I walk up on the scene (Ineligible) You know I don't mean to be rude, to you But it just works out that way I know you got an attitude And I know that kind of act is new (whoa, whoa, whoa) You're so different now, I think you've changed But I don't know, you're not the same I'm getting lost, without your face I just wanna go back to the old days