Amber London - '94 Cool sh** lyrics

[Verse 1] Watch me do number 2 take a dump on your sh** I ain't talking Jersey Shore, fist pump on a b**h And the pump in the whip Plus I bump in the streets Ho I'm fly, got n***as ready to jump on my tip Who this, new booty no nudist the only one who knew this Pockets chubby like a Buddhist On my to-do list Hula-hooping hooping goin stupid I'm a student to the game But the way I flow is foolish '94 cool sh** Rocking Gucci f** you hoochies who she? Amber London Too G The next one who be smoking like Snoopy ooweee n***as can't handle it, sh** vandalist, all black keep the candles lit Got the problem? Got the 45 and the clip Got the good a** aim and the panda grip [Hook] 24's, x-cons, codeine in my cup, good weed from the Mexicans We next to come, ya n***a we next to come I hang with dogs boy, and they coming at your necks for lunch New gold chain with the diamond cut! b**h it's all that, b**h it's all that New Gucci purse with the leather clutch! b**h it's all that, b**h it's all that [Verse 2] I am that b**h I keep it simple I ain't average Dope like I got mad bricks Balling like a Maverick Get f**ed you ain't had dick I am so established On that weed like a addict That a** whipped As I ride like a pro rolling on vogues As I give it to you negroes and hoes Diggity dig that Sit back 'fo you get kidnapped Off up in these streets This that colour purple flow I go harpo when I beat b**hes hate, n***as hate They go taco when they beef You almost there, Amber London how could you not go to the peak? Actin like you macho like you gotchos and not go in them streets Act like you hot ho this the kitchen and you not go in that heat [Hook] 24's x-cons, codeine in my cup, good weed from the Mexicans We next to come, ya n***a we next to come I hang with dogs boy, and they coming at your necks for lunch New gold chain with the diamond cut! b**h it's all that, b**h it's all that New Gucci purse with the leather clutch! b**h it's all that, b**h it's all that [Verse 3] My b**hes g'd up! Tell them n***as roll that weed up These other hoes can't keep up They jealous we ain't rockin that cheap stuff We set it off in this b**h You be acting latifa(?) They see me comin' They know I'm bunnin' This sh** I'm too gone b**h you hear the ba** drummin' Don't tell me nuthin' These other rappers frontin' Yeah it's Amber London, boy 24's, candy do's, rolling up, dope as f** Outside cherry red, inside coconut My team ball sceens fall paint dripping off the 'lac Speakers bumping in the back b**h it's all that