Fat Joe - Grimey In The Early 90's lyrics

[Intro] Yeah! Uh! [Verse 1] It's a cold world colder if your skin colored Charge me for bein armed with a street corner In the blocks where we reside ain't no neighborhood watch Just us, bakin pies try cook me a watch Try bake me a bands a like my n***a 'ye said Make a spaceship so I could fly up outta this b**h Now my baby girl's stressin 'cause her dad locked up Baby mama came to visit 'nother b**h popped up Nightmares of a convict, Brook Ave prepared me for any conflict Shook hands with every kingpin from Harlem The Bronx in fact 'Round the time Von Zip nicknamed me crack Now how ill is that, my n***a told ya what he said If he ever caught her he'll shoot up the precinct Oh Lord!!! I pray the Lord forgive her So Lord!!! But thank you for the dope and what it bring us [Interlude: scratchin] Grimey in the early 90's-9-9-90's-"Fat Joe" G-Gr-Grimey in the early 90's, far behind me not hard to find me-"Fat Joe" G-G-Grimey in the early 90's-9-9-90's-"Fat Joe" G-Gr-Grimey in the early 90's, far behind me not hard to find me-"Fat Joe" [Verse 2] I hate b**hes, fake b**hes, snake b**hes But I love the plastic surgeons that create b**hes Columbiana cakes test the product take a taste Titties bouncin like immigrants up over the gates Silicon in 'em then I'm up in 'em Got an a** or not, get that a** a shot Uh! Pardon the vanity Versace on the masterpiece No tellin where the handles be when I pull up Back to back 50 whips thats crew love In B.K. with M.O.P. yeah that's true love For the n***a ain't ready yet! D. Rose Bet a n***a movin heavy weight! Kilos [Outro] It's Coca baby! La Cosa Nostra baby! Uh! Follow the don it's motto of the song Follow the don it's motto of the song