Young Corduroy - Nice! Lyrics

Nice
I used to rock some ice yeah
Classic C10, the homies rollin' like some dice
It was the weekend, and we were hangin' in the slice
Had been workin' all week, stackin' cheddar like some mice
So we were singin' like
Nice, Nice
We know a spot that's tight
The music's always good, and it's bumping' all night, like
Nice
It's like a piece of paradise
And we were itchin' just to party like we got some dang lice, like
Nice
I like music from the 70's
I like, I like women who look heavenly
I like, I like juice with some grenadine
My name is Brett
And I might
Pull up on 'em with a hundred bands, wait
A hundred less than a hundred bands
What's up fam? You don't understand
I'm broke as heck, but don't give a damn
Now I don't dab or do the runnin' man
But I'm stuntin' fam, like I'm from Japan
Oroku Saki when I hit the fan
Shred the beat up with the new foot clan like ah
We eatin' over here it look like Papa John's
Tell the truth over there it look like Ramadan
You say you spittin' fire, well we be droppin' bombs
So I know which bandwagon they be hoppin' on
Nice
I used to rock some ice yeah
Classic C10, the homies rollin' like some dice
It was the weekend, and we were hangin' in the slice
Had been workin' all week, stackin' cheddar like some mice
So we were singin' like
Nice, Nice
We know a spot that's tight
The music's always good, and it's bumping' all night, like
Nice
It's like a piece of paradise
And we were itchin' just to party like we got some dang lice, like
Does anybody know the chap
With the nava-yolo cap and the fanny pack
Couple Keystone and a bottle of Jack
Hammer pants and a rope chain that's fat
Original Grammas and the Reebok Pumps
Can anybody tell me do you know that punk
Yeah that kiddy little Willy
He be really really silly ya
And he's eatin' over here it look like Papa John's
Tell the truth over there it look like Ramadan
You say you spittin' fire, well we be droppin' bombs
So I know which bandwagon they be hoppin' on
Nice
I used to rock some ice yeah
Classic C10, the homies rollin' like some dice
It was the weekend, and we were hangin' in the slice
Had been workin' all week, stackin' cheddar like some mice
So we were singin' like
Nice, Nice
We know a spot that's tight
The music's always good, and it's bumping' all night, like
Nice
It's like a piece of paradise
And we were itchin' just to party like we got some dang lice, like
Nice

Nice
I used to rock some ice yeah
Classic C10, the homies rollin' like some dice
It was the weekend, and we were hangin' in the slice
Had been workin' all week, stackin' cheddar like some mice
So we were singin' like
Nice, Nice
We know a spot that's tight
The music's always good, and it's bumping' all night, like
Nice
It's like a piece of paradise
And we were itchin' just to party like we got some dang lice, like
Nice
I like music from the 70's
I like, I like women who look heavenly
I like, I like juice with some grenadine
My name is Brett
And I might
Pull up on 'em with a hundred bands, wait
A hundred less than a hundred bands
What's up fam? You don't understand
I'm broke as heck, but don't give a damn
Now I don't dab or do the runnin' man
But I'm stuntin' fam, like I'm from Japan
Oroku Saki when I hit the fan
Shred the beat up with the new foot clan like ah
We eatin' over here it look like Papa John's
Tell the truth over there it look like Ramadan
You say you spittin' fire, well we be droppin' bombs
So I know which bandwagon they be hoppin' on
Nice
I used to rock some ice yeah
Classic C10, the homies rollin' like some dice
It was the weekend, and we were hangin' in the slice
Had been workin' all week, stackin' cheddar like some mice
So we were singin' like
Nice, Nice
We know a spot that's tight
The music's always good, and it's bumping' all night, like
Nice
It's like a piece of paradise
And we were itchin' just to party like we got some dang lice, like
Does anybody know the chap
With the nava-yolo cap and the fanny pack
Couple Keystone and a bottle of Jack
Hammer pants and a rope chain that's fat
Original Grammas and the Reebok Pumps
Can anybody tell me do you know that punk
Yeah that kiddy little Willy
He be really really silly ya
And he's eatin' over here it look like Papa John's
Tell the truth over there it look like Ramadan
You say you spittin' fire, well we be droppin' bombs
So I know which bandwagon they be hoppin' on
Nice
I used to rock some ice yeah
Classic C10, the homies rollin' like some dice
It was the weekend, and we were hangin' in the slice
Had been workin' all week, stackin' cheddar like some mice
So we were singin' like
Nice, Nice
We know a spot that's tight
The music's always good, and it's bumping' all night, like
Nice
It's like a piece of paradise
And we were itchin' just to party like we got some dang lice, like
Nice