Jay Waves - '95 Lyrics

Yeah
This that Cherry 95 shit
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
This that Cherry 95 shit
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
See I just left the car wash
My shit looking glossy as hell
You sliding with a G
Now yo ass looking bossy as hell
Kelis with yo pictures
I'm Smelling good I just popped the Chanel
The Bleu on my fabric
It match the dollars, I profited well
Never seen Harvard or Yale
Nigga never seen a JUCO
But I'm saucy as hell
That's why I dip like this
Them label owners hit me up
Because my pen like this
Self made real nigga
They ain't built like this
See I been building all these equity
Nigga ain't no checking me
Once that check clear
I'm feeling player, Bill Belamy
A nigga keep on cooking all these hits
Like what's the recipe
95 drop on PCH
It's feeling heavenly
God must of touched em
These hoes and these niggas
On my mama I can't trust
It's middle finger fuck em
Used to ride buckets (yeah)
Now I buy buckets (yeah)
Turn em into classics like Xzibit
They can't touch me (Yeah )
I see these niggas always hating on me
But every time I'm bouta drop
These niggas waiting on me
Give you old school game like a Sega on me
No matter how much bread I touch
I'll never play the homie
And niggas know
That we live by these codes, It's always up
I'm hustler baby
1-800-we getting bucks
You can call it what you want
But niggas can't call it luck
Cause we got it out the mud
Like homie hooked to a truck (yeah)
Double S, Ima representer
Real niggas feel this shit
From summer time to mid December
Top off balling
Like I practice at the staples center
5 star plates
While a nigga count this cake for dinner
This that Cherry 95 shit
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
This that Cherry 95 shit
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)

Yeah
This that Cherry 95 shit
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
This that Cherry 95 shit
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
See I just left the car wash
My shit looking glossy as hell
You sliding with a G
Now yo ass looking bossy as hell
Kelis with yo pictures
I'm Smelling good I just popped the Chanel
The Bleu on my fabric
It match the dollars, I profited well
Never seen Harvard or Yale
Nigga never seen a JUCO
But I'm saucy as hell
That's why I dip like this
Them label owners hit me up
Because my pen like this
Self made real nigga
They ain't built like this
See I been building all these equity
Nigga ain't no checking me
Once that check clear
I'm feeling player, Bill Belamy
A nigga keep on cooking all these hits
Like what's the recipe
95 drop on PCH
It's feeling heavenly
God must of touched em
These hoes and these niggas
On my mama I can't trust
It's middle finger fuck em
Used to ride buckets (yeah)
Now I buy buckets (yeah)
Turn em into classics like Xzibit
They can't touch me (Yeah )
I see these niggas always hating on me
But every time I'm bouta drop
These niggas waiting on me
Give you old school game like a Sega on me
No matter how much bread I touch
I'll never play the homie
And niggas know
That we live by these codes, It's always up
I'm hustler baby
1-800-we getting bucks
You can call it what you want
But niggas can't call it luck
Cause we got it out the mud
Like homie hooked to a truck (yeah)
Double S, Ima representer
Real niggas feel this shit
From summer time to mid December
Top off balling
Like I practice at the staples center
5 star plates
While a nigga count this cake for dinner
This that Cherry 95 shit
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
This that Cherry 95 shit
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)