[Intro]
I came, I came, I came to rock, I came to rock the house tonight too
[Chorus]
Born in '94, this sound like '92
Everything around me the cash rules
But I'm out here makin' moves and shit
Still I bum stickity bum stickity fuck yo' bitch
Now who came to rock the house tonight? You, you
Who came to rock the house tonight? You, you
[Verse 1]
I bum stickity bum stickity bust my nut
All on your girlfriend's face, while I smack her butt
Make her do gymnastics, while I'm in those guts
And she gave me gas money, I spent that on blunts, aw yeah
And I fucked her at your mom's house
I peed on your toothbrush and mobbed out
But I had no condom, oh jeez
I hope this bitch doesn't have a disease, God damnit
But I don't know what the plan is
No major labels fuckin' with me, guess we independent
Shout out to Mr. Cannon, shout out Tre Boog though
I hit the club on a skateboard and still pull hoes
Better watch out for my gang, they gon' bring the bang
Hella Mary Jane, hella propane, gassin'
On the freeway dippin', stolen whippin' but I'm white
Police ain't trippin', yeah
[Chorus]
Born in '94, this sound like '92
Everything around me the cash rules
But I'm out here makin' moves and shit
Still I bum stickity bum stickity fuck yo' bitch
Now who came to rock the house tonight? You, you
Who came to rock the house tonight? You, you
[Verse 2]
Yeah, it's five hundred for a ad-lip
For you ass backward ass rappin' ass has-beens
Better watch yo' fuckin' mouth
Got a full squad of criminals down to rob a house
It can be yours, seen it before
But I was on tour, I got alibis, whore
I get paid cash 'fore I even see a door
Fuckin' bitches every night and they all so gorgeous, damn
I'm the motherfuckin' man
But can't afford a pound, smokin' weed by the gram, God damn
Bitch, I wish you would
Tryna come around here talkin' 'bout that I went Hollywood
Just 'cause I'm fuckin' model bitches
Bitch, better mind yo' business
Never do pay attention to the hate, I'm politickin'
Can't front on my ambition, I ain't here to kick it
Better make a donation if you plannin' on fellowshippin', ugh
[Chorus]
Born in '94, this sound like '92
Everything around me the cash rules
But I'm out here makin' moves and shit
Still I bum stickity bum stickity fuck yo' bitch
Now who came to rock the house tonight? You, you
Who came to rock the house tonight? You, you
’92 was written by Ryan Bowers.
’92 was produced by .
Ryan Bowers released ’92 on Mon May 11 2015.