1980 - Merkules, E-40

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Somethin' classic, somethin' special

Eng

Take a look at the queen with a crown on

What a tight squeeze, could you please turn around, ma?

Pose for the pics, say «cheese» for the camera

I got what you need, take the keys to the Jaguar

Champagne in the tub, girl, I can’t get enough

I just wanna turn all that pain into love

I promise I would never drag your name through the mud

And I love it when you do that little thing with your tongue

She my wife, but she better yet, my homie

See the pink face on the Presidential Rollie

Best thing I ever did was when I let her get to know me

Said as long as you with me then you ain’t never gettin' lonely

PJs to Belize just for somethin' to do

I feel a different kind of high when I’m fuckin' with you

All these other girls trippin' and got somethin' to prove

Baby, you my ride or die, ain’t got nothin' to lose, yeah

Baby, you the baddest in the room

And you ain’t gotta try too hard

Baby, you the baddest in the room

And you ain’t gotta try too hard

Swear to God that you drive me crazy

She got class like it’s 1980

Swear to God that you drive me crazy

She got class like it’s 1980

Swear to God that you drive me crazy

She got class like it’s 1980

Swear to God that you drive me crazy (Ayy, Merk)

She got class like it’s 1980 (Lemme spit some')

My significant other, she knew I wasn’t a sucka

She knew that I was the one and she knew that I kept a gun

It was game involved when my money was small

Didn’t take but a second to make it get tall

A lot of these suckas ain’t in reality

They think it’s 'bout money, but it’s really 'bout personality

Gotta do your job right, gotta lay pipe

Gotta get it crackin' in the middle of the night

Even when I’m wrong, I’m right, right?

Happy wife, happy life, aight?

Raised from the gravel, the concrete jungle, the surface

Where they boost and they rob and they dip and steal people purses

No justice, just casualty

Dirty police brutality

I’m for my people, a soldier, I’m for my culture

Tryna play my position now that I’m older (Biatch)

Baby, you the baddest in the room

And you ain’t gotta try too hard

Baby, you the baddest in the room

And you ain’t gotta try too hard

Swear to God that you drive me crazy

She got class like it’s 1980

Swear to God that you drive me crazy

She got class like it’s 1980

Swear to God that you drive me crazy

She got class like it’s 1980

Swear to God that you drive me crazy

She got class like it’s 1980