NineFiveness
[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Boys and girls
I’d like to welcome everybody to Summer ‘95
Just a resurrection of them good ol’ vibes
From D.C. to the world
And it goes a little something like this
[Verse 1]
I just, wanna live peacefully
With a baddie that’s trying to get a piece of me
She could be as light as me
Or a dark skin baddie like Naomi yeah
Now this is that cool, laid back and chill
Made for hoopties and Maybachs for real
Pay backs a bitch revenge taste like clitoris
Bringing back the vibеs, gang shit we sick of it
Not trying to dismiss just doing something differеnt
You can play Youngboy and play this
Everybody gotta cool out play this and smooth out
Even on them days when you gotta bring the tools out
Ain’t gotta fill it with bars to bust your brain
Just enough to go outside and touch terrain
Yeah that outside shit, gotta vibe shit
I heard they want that 95 shit
[Hook]
(Ay G, you think they wanna hear that 95 shit)
Yeah I think they wanna hear that 95 shit
(you sure, do they really want that 95 shit)
Fa’sho I think they wanna hear that 95 shit
(Ay G, are they ready for that 95 shit)
Yeah I think they ready for that 95 shit
(well, I guess they ready for that 95 shit)
Nah, better yet, they wanna feel, that 95 shit
[Verse 2]
Life is hard we need good times we scratching and surviving
Head up high just trying to stay alive
The government keep telling white people lies
Like slavery benefitted Soulaan lives
I guess being raped and forced to eat feces
Treated like animals, recipes to eat me
Only whites look at that as beneficial
They put it in legislature to make the shit official
Let’s make it crystal clear we ain’t for that
Slaves that got free found ther family and bought ‘em back
That ain’t a benefit nigga that’s ludicrous
Wasn’t a mother fucking thing about it lucrative
We still feeling the effects today
A white cop just killed a nigga yesterday
What’s left to say, oh yeah, reparations
Tell France to pay back the Haitians
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I’m a NorthEast groover D.C.’s the locale
Nelly with the flow, got ‘em sweating the vocal
Know it’s been awhile since it felt like this
Who else could make microphones melt like this
G dot red nigga ‘bout his green like a treetop
Shredding other MC’s rocksteady, beebop
I am hip-hop live in the flesh
From this trapped out era to back to figgy fresh
Uh, I bought a pen to the test and passed with flying colors
One of the goats and I ain’t st-st-studder
Baby said loving a brother
She pouring gravy all over the meat leaving it smothered
Uh, you can pour up to this
I don’t smoke, but you can roll up to this
While you chilling on the porch or the bench just chill
From 25 until
[Hook]
