1992

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