Jack Baker - 1992 Lyrics

I'm ridin' in a coupé
I'm blowing 97, got a bad chick with me like it's 1992
I'm bumpin' Pac, Biggie, Snoop
And a little bit of Wu
Got the gin and the juice and
We just kicking back like it ain't nothing to do
In a car with no roof
I'm cruising through the city, not a problem in the world
I got my haters mad 'cause they see me doing well
I'm headed to that bag, with no hands upon the wheel
And I ain't even gotta brag, I just try to keep it real
I just try to keep it real
I ain't even gotta brag, I'm just getting to the bag, I'm just try'n'a keep it real
I'm just try'n'a keep it real
I'm just try'n'a keep it real

I'm getting to the bag, try'n'a keep it real
My haters looking mad 'cause I'm doing well
I'm blowing good gas, get it in the mail
And you know I'm dripping water like a wishing well
Breaking bank, moving weight, and we tipping scales
Work smart, hustle hard, get some different skills
Satisfied, never that, 'til we flipping mills
I need my pockets fat like they don't miss a meal
I'm cut from special cloth, I got a different build
So many ups and downs, I been through shit for real
I'm riding through my city in some different wheels
And you should call me dip, I'm getting chips for real
I'm feeling right, like tonight goin' be a good night
So if I die, I could say I lived a good life
I put my city on, repping my hood right
Keep the music game on lock, like Suge Knight

I'm ridin' in a coupé
I'm blowing 97, got a bad chick with me like it's 1992
I'm bumpin' Pac, Biggie, Snoop
And a little bit of Wu
Got the gin and the juice and
We just kicking back like it ain't nothing to do
In a car with no roof
I'm cruising through the city, not a problem in the world
I got my haters mad 'cause they see me doing well
I'm headed to that bag with no hands upon the wheel
And I ain't even gotta brag, I just try to keep it real
I just try to keep it real
I ain't even gotta brag, I'm just getting to the bag
I'm just try'n'a keep it real
I'm just try'n'a keep it real
I'm just try'n'a keep it real