We Were Big in the Nineties Songtext
von Five Fingers of Funk
We Were Big in the Nineties Songtext
Come on, Talbott, gimme a beat
We′re gonna go in traditional form
I see your old ass on Facebook (ouch)
Reminiscing about the '90s
Raver pants
Chain wallets and all that (what?)
I know you′re saying, "Oh my god I must be trippin'!
Ain't heard this guy since ′98, when he went missin′
Used to listen to the album 'til the CD started skippin′
Hittin' the weed while he was spittin′ and Chill was double fistin'" (hey)
We were just kids when we first came on the scene
It wasn′t like I had a dream and I assembled a team
It was a hunch
You take a bunch of flunkies roll up some blunts
And add some fire ass flows, it's "Five Fingers of Funk" (what?)
Those were the days
It was a haze of crazy people gettin' blazed up
In the van before weed was made legal
We had no equal when it came to live shows
You know, I know you used to sweat my flows
I′d go off the head like toupees in the wind
Got your girlfriend praying, we′ll start playing again
Playing to win
If we come back, we're coming to stay, ′til we're old and gray
Somebody in the house say hey (hey)
Somebody in the house say ho-oh (ho-oh)
Somebody in the house say hey (hey)
Somebody in the house say ho (ho-oh)
"Five Fingers of Funk", ya′ll (yeah)
We were big in the '90s (ah! Ah, woo, ah!)
I know, it′s a million years ago
But we were big in the '90s (ah, uh, hey, be wiser)
Flow so clever 'cause, like a river does
Still don′t know if I′m a has been or never was
I know this though
I'm smooth like crisco
Rap style classic old school like disco (what?)
On point like tip toes
I rip flows to pieces
My lyrics move hearts and minds, telekinesis
My thesis is these kids rap like feces
They need to find a style, a job, or find Jesus
Oh snap, hold me back I′ve gone hater
I take it back you rap real good for a waiter
Now run and fetch my entree, before I call the manager
You wack ass cabbage patch half-ass amateur
I don't mean to be rude, but you got something to prove
You need to spit like you got nothing to lose
Too busy worried about scuffing your shoes to be nice
While I′m 30 years in and I'm still on the mic (yeah, uh-uh, yeah)
We were big in the ′90s
Almost famous, (haha) where were you at?
We were big in the '90s (yeah)
Somebody in the house say hey (hey)
Somebody in the house say ho-oh (ho-oh)
Somebody in the house say hey (hey)
Somebody in the house say ho (ho-oh)
We′re gonna go in traditional form
I see your old ass on Facebook (ouch)
Reminiscing about the '90s
Raver pants
Chain wallets and all that (what?)
I know you′re saying, "Oh my god I must be trippin'!
Ain't heard this guy since ′98, when he went missin′
Used to listen to the album 'til the CD started skippin′
Hittin' the weed while he was spittin′ and Chill was double fistin'" (hey)
We were just kids when we first came on the scene
It wasn′t like I had a dream and I assembled a team
It was a hunch
You take a bunch of flunkies roll up some blunts
And add some fire ass flows, it's "Five Fingers of Funk" (what?)
Those were the days
It was a haze of crazy people gettin' blazed up
In the van before weed was made legal
We had no equal when it came to live shows
You know, I know you used to sweat my flows
I′d go off the head like toupees in the wind
Got your girlfriend praying, we′ll start playing again
Playing to win
If we come back, we're coming to stay, ′til we're old and gray
Somebody in the house say hey (hey)
Somebody in the house say ho-oh (ho-oh)
Somebody in the house say hey (hey)
Somebody in the house say ho (ho-oh)
"Five Fingers of Funk", ya′ll (yeah)
We were big in the '90s (ah! Ah, woo, ah!)
I know, it′s a million years ago
But we were big in the '90s (ah, uh, hey, be wiser)
Flow so clever 'cause, like a river does
Still don′t know if I′m a has been or never was
I know this though
I'm smooth like crisco
Rap style classic old school like disco (what?)
On point like tip toes
I rip flows to pieces
My lyrics move hearts and minds, telekinesis
My thesis is these kids rap like feces
They need to find a style, a job, or find Jesus
Oh snap, hold me back I′ve gone hater
I take it back you rap real good for a waiter
Now run and fetch my entree, before I call the manager
You wack ass cabbage patch half-ass amateur
I don't mean to be rude, but you got something to prove
You need to spit like you got nothing to lose
Too busy worried about scuffing your shoes to be nice
While I′m 30 years in and I'm still on the mic (yeah, uh-uh, yeah)
We were big in the ′90s
Almost famous, (haha) where were you at?
We were big in the '90s (yeah)
Somebody in the house say hey (hey)
Somebody in the house say ho-oh (ho-oh)
Somebody in the house say hey (hey)
Somebody in the house say ho (ho-oh)
Writer(s): Brent Martens, Curt Bieker, Goldxilla, Josh Prewett, Neuman Talbott Guthrie, Peter Aaron Ho, Steve Mitchell, Ted Hille, Tim Cook Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com