Representin` 93 Lyrics

Representin` 93

I got a head, but ain't no screws in it.
Roll up and get swoll up.
Hold
up.
How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut?
I ain't came a long
way to get checked
So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha
fuckin chimp
check.
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland.
Hoping
I rock the shit to get ya open.
Say your looking for some real shit.
Then
catch a funkdified batch.
Like that!!
Oakland's on the map.
Tupac is
on the big screen strivin.
Gotta love a nigga for survivin.
I wear alot
of old schools jewels.
Look how the fools ??. Ooohh.
Stop lookin at me
hard cuz your buffer.
But I'll just buck then bigger motha fuckas.
Turnin
men to suckas.
Niggas wanna start a little ruckus.
Better duck cuz I'll be
poundin them motha fuckas.
They wanna throw their hands up. Thats
tight.
Hit em wit my eight. Never had shit left, right.
Then hit em wit
the uppercut. Duck quick.
Shit outta luck. Fucked and stuck with that rough
shit.
Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio.
Do you
hear me though?
Give a holla to my niggas in the pen.
And my murderous
parteners wit their Mac 10's.
I represent the real cuz I'm ill, G.
Glock
cocked and then they kill me.
I'm representin'.
Peace to Redman, Tretch,
Vin Rock, K-G the great one
Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late
son.
Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah.
Too Short, Tony Toni
Tone,
And the Special motha fucka, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe
Called
Quest,
and
Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice
Cube.
House of Pain: fuck these ? ass white dudes.
Cypress Hill, yeah,
the ill niggas.
Digital Underground: my real niggas.
Raw Fusion, all in
house confusion.
Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man.
TLC, Eric
B rockin, then Scarface.
Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin the scars
bass.
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Click.
Mmmm. ???, Richie
Rich.
Young Guns in the house pumpin the flava.
DJ Ditch for their
behavior.
Off the head, my freestyle flow.
Just a couple of motha fuckas
that I know.
I'm strictly representin
1 motha fucka, 2 motha fucka, 3
motha fuckas,
Damn, who did I forget?
I'm a soulja.
Daddy was a
soulja.
Strong in the struggle.
Must contend so it's on.
Raised in a
house full of bad motha fuckas.
Mad motha fuckas.
Never had so we grab
from the stacked motha fuckas.
Now they know me, the homies.
Raised by
some crazed ass well payed OG's.
Ah shit!
Pulled up in a benzy,
snatch.
The wheel as I peel out. Catch a cop's tail.
Rock shells hit.
Raise a fist so they know to make a hit.
Can I flip it? I may get wicked as
I rip it.
To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it.
It's for the
gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it.
Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked
rip shit.
Now they wanna maime me.
(Told ya)
All I wanted to be was a
soulja.
Bang bang boogy it's stick up.
Quit now nigga, eat a dick up.