the rise of legends
[Verse 1] Yo, it's the 90s, baby, snapbacks and pagers, Dre on the deck, cookin' heat for the majors. Chronic in the air, low rides in the lane, Whole West Coast bumpin’ through that Snoop Dogg name. Cassette in my Walkman, rewind that vibe, Timbs on my feet when I step outside. Biggie in the East got the game all shook, Ready to Die had the whole block hooked. Starter jackets, baggy jeans sag low, Fresh Prince vibes, let that flat top grow. AOL dial tone, log in slow, But once it hit—boom! Whole world in the glow. [Hook – Flo & Dre-style] Back to the 90s, real ones remember, Flames in the booth, tracks cold as December. Beats that bang and rhymes that bite, It was raw, it was live, it was every damn night. [Verse 2 – Flo with Eminem energy] Yo, I’m screamin’ Slim Shady, wild with the pen, Spit sick on a disc like it’s ‘99 again. Tamagotchis dyin’ while I’m flippin’ these bars, Crashin’ school dances, freestylin’ in cars. No cap, we had Beavis, had Butthead too, South Park dropped, then your mom said “Shoo!” MTV played vids, no reality junk, TRL hit and the boy bands sunk. Nintendo 64, GoldenEye, blastin’, Takin' out friends, no rage, just laughin’. VHS static, rewind that scene, Tupac in a verse, sayin’ what he mean. [Hook – Flo] Back to the 90s, yeah, the vibe was gold, From Compton to Queens, it was bold and cold. Beepers buzzed and the streets had soul, Now we flashback, let the story be told. [Outro] It was G-funk rides and East Coast beef, Real bars, real beats, no filters, no grief. From basement tapes to the rise of Em, The 90s made legends—never again.
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[Verse 1] Yo, it's the 90s, baby, snapbacks and pagers, Dre on the deck, cookin' heat for the majors. Chronic in the air, low rides in the lane, Whole West Coast bumpin’ through that Snoop Dogg name. Cassette in my Walkman, rewind that vibe, Timbs on my feet when I step outside. Biggie in the East got the game all shook, Ready to Die had the whole block hooked. Starter jackets, baggy jeans sag low, Fresh Prince vibes, let that flat top grow. AOL dial tone, log in slow, But once it hit—boom! Whole world in the glow. [Hook – Flo & Dre-style] Back to the 90s, real ones remember, Flames in the booth, tracks cold as December. Beats that bang and rhymes that bite, It was raw, it was live, it was every damn night. [Verse 2 – Flo with Eminem energy] Yo, I’m screamin’ Slim Shady, wild with the pen, Spit sick on a disc like it’s ‘99 again. Tamagotchis dyin’ while I’m flippin’ these bars, Crashin’ school dances, freestylin’ in cars. No cap, we had Beavis, had Butthead too, South Park dropped, then your mom said “Shoo!” MTV played vids, no reality junk, TRL hit and the boy bands sunk. Nintendo 64, GoldenEye, blastin’, Takin' out friends, no rage, just laughin’. VHS static, rewind that scene, Tupac in a verse, sayin’ what he mean. [Hook – Flo] Back to the 90s, yeah, the vibe was gold, From Compton to Queens, it was bold and cold. Beepers buzzed and the streets had soul, Now we flashback, let the story be told. [Outro] It was G-funk rides and East Coast beef, Real bars, real beats, no filters, no grief. From basement tapes to the rise of Em, The 90s made legends—never again.
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