92 dreams, 92 kids, 92 queens
92 kings, 92 boys, 92 girls
92 beats, a 92 world
Just a black niggar smoking my cigar
Puff, puff that's that shit
Was born in 92, She was 86, I mean 93
She'd make a brother stiff
Dark blue eyes, caramel lips
Momma was a preacher, daddy kinda rich
In the year of '92, I mean '93
This little boy Rejjie, the birds and the bees
Three was the age, N read it from the page
Confusion occured and daddy got rage
Back in '92, Dr. Dre came
The Chronic in my room, daddy would play
I started making raps around '98
When Big L died, the lord gives and takes away
The greatest of the greatest, the worst of the worst
Uh uh, I, I
Fall in love way too easily
Used to treat 'em nice
And now I treat 'em like they're treating me
But this isn't me eagerly
Cos I'd rather retreat up where the sweeter be
But if its unrequited
Then its right for me to flee the scene
Like 96
Seems my daddy might have dipped
And that was it
Me I was two
So now I couldn't give a shit
But bettered few
When the clever grew
Stepping out askew
"He was bruising to prove the news"
Never show him up if iÍ did
I never wanted to
Tell the honest truth when he would ask me
Silent sitting in car seats
While he's hitting the palm trees
I'm with him
And he be steady grinning
The lights reflecting off his golf teeth are blurring my vision
But the wheels continue spinning
Playing the victim
That was his position
Hear him speaking some wisdom to women without any vision
Mumma wishing
Sat reminiscing
She couldn't kiss him
The truth is, he was still useless
We wouldn't miss him