B.A.M.A. - 95 Clinton Lyrics

95 Air Max like I'm a dope runner, hid the stash in the airbag, I crash, I'm a goner
The cash in the mattress, right above the monsters
94, Clinton, tryna put my niggas under
In the cell, just push-ups and the mail
Feel the hunger setting in, know these niggas is frail
Ain't got to wonder if they tell, put they ass in the air before they booked, everybody Mob Deep until these niggas get shook
Sometimes I feel I lived in the 90's like Play and Kid, hard to put the past behind me from the shit a nigga did
That's why I'm watchin' niggas round me and I'm watchin' who they with
Cause my past can presently, make sure my future don't exist
That's why I ridin with this stick, feel like Moses round his bitch
One wave, it'll split the crowd or a nigga wig
This for Noire, this for Nomi, for my girl, for my clique
The real is underrepresented, so for them I represent
For Dono, you my bro, till I die or world blow
This for Marco, I can't rest until they pay with what they owe
This that 9-5, SL-5, 500 Benz
With the 5%, 10 on the wind, 20 inch rims
Bumpin' Pac through the tweeters and tens, down I-10
Bad bitch with her hair in the wind, her and her friends
Let's take it back, back to the bend, where it begins
The era of the Clinton 95, till infinity

Cash flow, she gon' do it for the cash flow
Throw it up and bring it back home
She said, let me sit this ass on ya
She said, that's what I got ass fo'
She said, that's what I got ass fo'

Cash flow, he gon' spend all his cash flow
Throw it up and bring it back home
He said, let me throw this cash on ya
He said, that's what I got cash fo'
He said, that's what I got cash fo'
Cash flow, cash flow