Cobra íl Vero - 1996 Lyrics

Yeah
If you listen close
I’ll tell you a short story
Bout how I get my hustle
Shouts out Sabrenna Pollard
And Frankie Williams
A.K.A Flava Flav
Yeah
Yeah
I was 9 years old
We was living in the Bronx
Playing Super Mario
On Nintendo
That’s all we want
Mama say she right back
She bout to head to the sto’
We was all up in the attic
So you know I seen the dope
Imma big dog nigga
Y’all gotta feel this
Imma take you back to
Hmmmm
Let’s say 1996
When the dope was poppin
And the hood wasn’t fair
When Flava Flav was
Cooking that crack
And I was standing right there
Imma big dog nigga
Y’all gotta feel this
Imma take you back to
Hmmmm
Let’s say 1996
When the dope was poppin
And the hood wasn’t fair
When Flava Flav was
Cooking that crack
And I was standing right there
I was 9 years old
We was living in the Bronx
Then again
I was 10 when Flava Flav
Talked to my mama
Well we came from
Panther Burn
That was way back in the day
Timmy Nelson and Monte’
I met them at a early age
It didn’t take me long to see
My mama a gangsta
I’m just saying
She gave Honey Cat
Some stitches
With the pool stick for playing
I grew up in Buck Town
Then they changed it to the A
It was wild
Lot of poverty and drama
Where I stay
I curious as hell
All these thoughts
Thats in my head
Searching round the crib
Found the weed
Under my mama bed
I was young
I was dumb
I was soaking that shit in
I was smart
I knew once I got older
That I would win
Imma big dog nigga
Y’all gotta feel this
Imma take you back to
Hmmmm
Let’s say 1996
When the dope was poppin
And the hood wasn’t fair
When Flava Flav was
Cooking that crack
And I was standing right there
Imma big dog nigga
Y’all gotta feel this
Imma take you back to
Hmmmm
Let’s say 1996
When the dope was poppin
And the hood wasn’t fair
When Flava Flav was
Cooking that crack
And I was standing right there
I remember one day
Mama came home with a man
Na who the hell is this nigga?
In my head
That’s what I’m saying
He was light skin
Receding hair line
With the braids
When he introduced hisself
He said his name was Flava Flav
He had gold on his arm
On his neck and in his mouth
He ain’t never cook no meal
But he was cooking in the house
He was running in and out
And he still was making time
If I didn’t know nothing
I knew that
Flava Flav was on his grind
I remember one time
He was whipping in a mug
He was talking
I was listening
He was telling me some stuff
I was young
I was dumb
I was soaking that shit in
I was smart
I knew once I got older
That I would win
Imma big dog nigga
Y’all gotta feel this
Imma take you back to
Hmmmm
Let’s say 1996
When the dope was poppin
And the hood wasn’t fair
When Flava Flav was
Cooking that crack
And I was standing right there
Imma big dog nigga
Y’all gotta feel this
Imma take you back to
Hmmmm
Let’s say 1996
When the dope was poppin
And the hood wasn’t fair
When Flava Flav was
Cooking that crack
And I was standing right there

Yeah
If you listen close
I’ll tell you a short story
Bout how I get my hustle
Shouts out Sabrenna Pollard
And Frankie Williams
A.K.A Flava Flav
Yeah
Yeah
I was 9 years old
We was living in the Bronx
Playing Super Mario
On Nintendo
That’s all we want
Mama say she right back
She bout to head to the sto’
We was all up in the attic
So you know I seen the dope
Imma big dog nigga
Y’all gotta feel this
Imma take you back to
Hmmmm
Let’s say 1996
When the dope was poppin
And the hood wasn’t fair
When Flava Flav was
Cooking that crack
And I was standing right there
Imma big dog nigga
Y’all gotta feel this
Imma take you back to
Hmmmm
Let’s say 1996
When the dope was poppin
And the hood wasn’t fair
When Flava Flav was
Cooking that crack
And I was standing right there
I was 9 years old
We was living in the Bronx
Then again
I was 10 when Flava Flav
Talked to my mama
Well we came from
Panther Burn
That was way back in the day
Timmy Nelson and Monte’
I met them at a early age
It didn’t take me long to see
My mama a gangsta
I’m just saying
She gave Honey Cat
Some stitches
With the pool stick for playing
I grew up in Buck Town
Then they changed it to the A
It was wild
Lot of poverty and drama
Where I stay
I curious as hell
All these thoughts
Thats in my head
Searching round the crib
Found the weed
Under my mama bed
I was young
I was dumb
I was soaking that shit in
I was smart
I knew once I got older
That I would win
Imma big dog nigga
Y’all gotta feel this
Imma take you back to
Hmmmm
Let’s say 1996
When the dope was poppin
And the hood wasn’t fair
When Flava Flav was
Cooking that crack
And I was standing right there
Imma big dog nigga
Y’all gotta feel this
Imma take you back to
Hmmmm
Let’s say 1996
When the dope was poppin
And the hood wasn’t fair
When Flava Flav was
Cooking that crack
And I was standing right there
I remember one day
Mama came home with a man
Na who the hell is this nigga?
In my head
That’s what I’m saying
He was light skin
Receding hair line
With the braids
When he introduced hisself
He said his name was Flava Flav
He had gold on his arm
On his neck and in his mouth
He ain’t never cook no meal
But he was cooking in the house
He was running in and out
And he still was making time
If I didn’t know nothing
I knew that
Flava Flav was on his grind
I remember one time
He was whipping in a mug
He was talking
I was listening
He was telling me some stuff
I was young
I was dumb
I was soaking that shit in
I was smart
I knew once I got older
That I would win
Imma big dog nigga
Y’all gotta feel this
Imma take you back to
Hmmmm
Let’s say 1996
When the dope was poppin
And the hood wasn’t fair
When Flava Flav was
Cooking that crack
And I was standing right there
Imma big dog nigga
Y’all gotta feel this
Imma take you back to
Hmmmm
Let’s say 1996
When the dope was poppin
And the hood wasn’t fair
When Flava Flav was
Cooking that crack
And I was standing right there