Saggy Denim Lyrics

Saggy denim, 1995
I be all in 'em, L.L on the side
In my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein
Ooh baby, ooh baby, I love to get fly

Gotta get 'em Ralph Lauren denim
Patches on that ass, my ass a good fitting

1995, I'ma listen to Sublime
Drink that 40oz. to Freedom to the day that I die
Gonna listen me Selena, drink a 40 a cry
Gonna roll me up a Beamer, I'ma go and get high

While it's 1995, getting fly to pass the time
I'ma slip up from behind while he go and buy that wine
We ain't looking at the time, don't nobody got a phone
We gon' kick it in the park and we ain't never going home

Culy Culkin, Home Alone, while I'm smoking on a bone
New York City is my throne and I love to call it home

Saggy denim, 1995
I be all in 'em, L.L on the side
In my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein
Ooh baby, ooh baby, I love to get fly

I speak that Gualla Gualla, that peso, pound, and dollar
That oocjie walla walla polo rican mama mama
Come holla at ya Gualla, they hootin and they holla
That platano banana, roll my weed in my fanta

I speak that Gualla Gualla
That Spanish hoochie mama
That Puerto Rican drama
That fuck you, pay me, nana
I care about my comma
I got a code of honor
I smoke the bestest weed
Shout out my plug and farmer

I speak that mira mira
That mira, oye linda
That vien aqui mi'jita
Tu eres mi chiquita
I grew up in the projects with nasty stairs and halls
The ghetto has no censor and I done seen it all

That's why I see your cause
And I see your flaws
But I see that you a G, and yeah, you be a boss
Good chick with some rad tricks
[?] main chick
So I'ma leave alone
Ice cream and the cone
[?] L-O-V-E, baggy jeans is on
And you know me, I be [?] sneakers on
[?] slow
Destiny rides by me blowin
Sex in the sky to the extent that we high
Born in the same place, took a minute to find ya
I'm tryin but you tryin to say my time's up
And I've lied enough
I haven't tried enough
So I gotta say some shit before this rhyme is up
Des, my love
My thug, my drug
When I gon' make my mind up

Saggy denim, 1995
I be all in 'em, L.L on the side
With my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein
Ooh baby, ooh baby, I love to get fly

The red and blue, yellow and white too
1992, campus, we row crew
Windbreakers with my 40 acres
Chillin like the quakers I roll through with mad flavors
Went from philly dutches papers