90s Rap Mashup – Austin Williams (Official Music Video)

Official Music Video for “90s Rap Mashup” by Austin Williams

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Lyrics
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
LA and Nashville together, man you know you in trouble
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 tripin 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 and 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 was 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