1995

作词 : Paul Beauregard/Todd Shaw/Dion Norman/Derrick Ordogne/Daniel Brantley/Sir Robert Bryson Hall II (Logic)/Arjun Ivatory (6ix)

作曲 : Jordan Houston III (Juicy J)

Play me some pimpin', man, yeah

Higher than a mother****er, dawg

What's up with Logic? What's good, man?

Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

We blessed

(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the **** up!")

Yeah, yeah

Whippin' through West Deer Park

Lookin' for scandalous shorties, only come out after dark

Hit the homie Slaydro for some shit we could spark

Skippin' school, feelin' cool, we did not give a ****

Huh, was never one for the academics

But knew the everyday struggle

Avada Kedavra to all you Muggles

My lane different, too sufficient, my brain different

I'm ill though, fifteen, mastered the skill, though

Since I was working at the supermarket, every week, another new department

'Til I signed my deal with Def Jam in a new apartment

Always wanna change with the times

Number one best seller on the New York Times

But my childhood was riddled with crime

Widdled the rhyme, now I shine

I'm Tarantino in his prime, I'm Jules with the Jerry curl

I'm nothin' without rap like the swine without the pearl

I'm dirty like ****in' your girl just to sell you, I'ma cum in your girl

Thought you was gonna make it as a rapper with no Plan B

I'm so successful, most people can't stand me

Only thing I don't have is a ****in' Grammy

Yeah, but you know that boy nominated

Go ultra Travolta and watch me dominate it

Catch me whippin' through the 'Basas in that Bronco, Logic go blanco, huh

Bumpin' that Pretty Flacko

RattPack come hither, wherever I go

Just a youngin' on his come up tryna make it

To the baddest bitch in the world tannin' by my pool naked

So to the youngin' on his come up listening, boy, you could make it

Whippin' through Gaithersburg, whippin' through West Deer

Whippin' through Germantown, whippin' through Rockville

Whippin' through, whippin' through

Whippin', whippin', wh-whippin'

Whippin' through north Memphis back in nineteen-ninety-five (Five)

Screamin', "Mafia!" Had my city hypnotized ('Tized)

Go stream, "30,000 feet up in the sky" (Sky)

Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies

Whippin' through north Memphis back in nineteen-ninety-five (Five)

Screamin', "Mafia!" Had my city hypnotized ('Tized)

Go stream, "30,000 feet up in the sky"

Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies (Woo)

Young niggas, we was gettin' paid

Runnin' the game like arcade

Lil' nigga, Juicy been made

****in' your mama back stage

I was getting mine in the streets, some of y'all never came outside

And I'm still spinnin' that paper back from nineteen-ninety-five

Woo, woo

Chicken, chicken

Woo, woo

Chicken heads

Woo, woo

Chicken, chicken

Woo, woo

Chicken heads

Woo, woo

Chicken, chicken

Woo, woo

(Gonna take the time to say-)