96 Cris Lyrics - Dom Kennedy

Shoutout to the homie from the Bay at the afterparty 

That gave me that kill 

But I still 

Fuck with my nigga Smack 

We smoke spliffs with some 96 Cris 

Still got it bad for you 

Thinkin' bout you at least half of the day 

The other half, you know what they say 

Kissin' babies, shakin' hands, politickin' 

Another sneak diss is not what's missin' 

So I concentrate more on words now 

Get the ball to me if it's 3rd down 

I got your back 

Wonder why rap at a standstill? 

We ain't dropped in a minute, yep 

And that is not a coincidence 

I learned to live with no regrets 

Your girl lookin' like a 9 

My girl lookin' like a Tec 

She love when I get it wet 

Peel panties off of her 

If it's work to do then I'm off of her 

I got a lot of crosses and pendants 

Niggas focus on what I make but not what I'm spendin' 

I'm grinnin' hardly as much as when I was younger 

Thinkin' they would acknowledge me, I couldn't have been dumber 

I'd still rap better than you niggas if I was a plumber 

She said "hit me on the next tour" and shot me the number 

We leave at 3 AM baby, you know that I want it 

I'm back 

So shoutout to the homie from the Bay at the afterparty 

That gave me that... kill 

But I still 

Fuck with my nigga Smack 

We smoke spliffs with some 96 Cris' 

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You from Los Angeles 

Don't fall in love with the camera! 

I got homies with so many tats on they face 

I just laugh, watch 'em shoot craps, rollin' J's 

Still miss my nigga Phil, po' the drank 

Real G's don't gossip 

Don't be tellin' me what you read on Bossip, lil nigga 

Truth be told, I'm tryna find me 

Bombed on fools in the 90's 

Not nowhere near Tookie but don't push me 

If I squeeze one finger, I'll get her to talk 

With my hand on my heart, don't step on the chalk 

It's like the John Wooden book 

When your Grandma cook 

Everybody say "I'm gonna get me some" 

I know brothers that rap bars 

And brothers that sell hard 

And the ones that nobody know with 12 cars 

You will never walk in my house and smell hog 

Her body lookin' ready to go, a well thought 

Of course if I call you a bitch I'm a male dog 

My bills too low for me to fall off! 

Y'all gonna have to take this ass whopping gracefully 

Hey Bobby Womack save a place for me, oh yeah 

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Shoutout 

Shoutout to the homie from the Bay at the afterparty 

That gave me that. kill 

But I still 

Fuck with my nigga Smack 

We smoke spliffs with some 96 Cris