Big K.R.I.T. - 1986 Lyrics
Like it was 1986, yeah I'm back *****Big money, subwoofer, Randy SavageIt was 1986, yeah I'm back *****MC 24 crawling through the trafficIt was 1986, yeah I'm back *****Rolling clean, hella screen, digi-dashed itIt was 1986, coldest year everMama coulda cut me out the womb but she knew better[Verse 1]Digi my dash, this for the playasThat got them some golds and copped them some gatorsFresh than a mother*****er I knew what it tookThe thing that I'm giving you couldn't get out a bookNow don't be tricking no hoes, don't be lending your rideAnd if you *****, wear a rubber cause they burning insideIf it don't pay whatcha asking then you wasting your timeIf you can't get you no old school don't go *****ing with mine[Hook][Verse 2]Watching for jackers, scoping for lawThey go to hating when I'm bassing cause I swang and I crawlScraping the wall, rubbing the curbA chef with the whipping, my trunk shaken and stirredI got a ***** for Chevys, a itch for the dollarOn the hunt for a freak, down to ***** if she swallowI be popping my collar til I'm dead in a tombHell, I been popping my collar since I fell out the womb[Hook][Bridge]It feels good to have itKnowing that I did what I couldIt feels good to have itI put the leather on top of the woodIt feels good to have itI rode chrome all around my streetsIt feels good to have itTo see it, to need it, to grab itFeels good to have it[Hook]Explain
