"1993" lyrics

Ay
These motherfuckers, man, yo
Elite, Elite, Elite
Check it
Yo, check it out, ay

Since 1993 I've been smoking weed, ask about me
Niggas know not to, oh, wait
Niggas know not, oh, fuck, ay

Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up
Roll up

Uh, I'm drunk at a party and put down my cup
The fuck is my water? I pick the shit up
Then drink out the water and threw the shit up
It's ash in my cup, I'm mad as a muh', huh
I push pack like USPS, you is a bitch

Ay, yo, yo, shut the fuck, ay
Don't even rap, nigga, you
Ay, hold on
Hold the fuck up, nigga

Tell me why you wanna come get high tonight
I only got one reason, I'm top dog tonight
I let the broads borrow my room and I got caught tonight
Drunken partying, slobbering, 'nother sloppy night
Always fight with my mama, but look, I'm Ali, night
I'll call her, when I'm a baller, I promise that I'ma spoil you
Until then, I'ma ignore you, it's nothing personal
Sorry
I'm just tryna fuck a couple girls and go
Can't do that while I'm on the phone
I'm not a mother's boy, I'm a motherfucker

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, hold on, hold on, nigga
Can I smoke? Can I smoke? Can I smoke, nigga?

Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up
Roll up

Yeah
Sittin' sideways, side steppin' side bitches
Side eyes, light skin, need stitches, mind your business
I'm slurring my verbiage, surfing, no turfing
My girl drippin', dirty whispers in my ear
I don't mumble
ABC your way up out the convo
Lookin' for sluts, oh?
I know a couple

Bro, bro, bro, bro
Ay, bro, bro, bro, bro
Ay, nigga, come on, like
Nigga, stop rapping, start passing

Like can I? My nigga

Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up
Bro, bro
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up
Roll up

Look, okay the weed so strong it got me stressed
The stress so strong it got me weed
Yeah
I'm so on, it threw me off
Yeah
I'm throwed off, yes indeed
I threw up after my threesome
On my threads, had to leave the crime scene like criminals do
She wanna come to my crib and give me a genital smooch
Typical, typical, get the piccolo, skididdle, skedaddle
I sling peen like a lasso
That mean king save the queen from the castle
I grab the saddle
Prisoner to prescription, it's changed, jackal, Jack Daniels
Shorty tryna tell me

Motherfucker, ay, didn't I say? Nigga, ay
We can't rap, nigga, we smoking weed
Stop rappin', nigga, this is not a rap session
We gettin' high

If I smoke a blunt right now
I'ma be on 285 with my pants pulled down around my ankles
Still no stranger to the blunt smoke, gun smoke
You niggas don't want smoke
No guts like that Swisher we just smoked
We cutthroat, niggas ain't...

Hold, hold on, hold on
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold on, wait, wait, wait, wait, ay, wait
Shh, shh, shh
Wait, wait, wait, okay
Watson, Watson, stop
'Cause this nigga J. Cole, he done grew some dreads
He think he smoke now
Pass the blunt, nigga, stop rappin'
That's the end of the song, nigga
This the end of the session, we goin' home
I just called my Lyft
I just wanna call the, I mean hit the blunt, I mean
Let me try one more time