Songtext von 94 Bentley

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Brrt Burn it down, burn it down, speedin' down ready Heaven don't let me down, comin' down heavy Brooklyn nigga, ridin' low in the Chevy Make this '94 feel like a Bentley Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up Turnt up, tryna kill the pain with my sick cup Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up Whole block, whole gang prayin', I deliver Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up Turnt up, tryna kill the pain in my sick cup Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up Whole block, whole gang prayin', I deliver (Oh-oh) Uncle Munsen in the corner playin' dominoes He a genius, trappers never make the honor roll Oh, but to me you're the one though Screamin' Rastafari 'til I die, sellin' cocaine gumbo I'm just good at playin' dumb Young chameleon seen the Rover with the paper tags Spendin' paper racin', tryna get his childhood back It's cool, he's back on road Burn it down, burn it down, speedin' down ready Heaven don't let me down, comin' down heavy Brooklyn nigga, ridin' low in the Chevy Make this '94 feel like a Bentley Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up Turnt up, tryna kill the pain with my sick cup Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up Whole block, whole gang prayin', I deliver Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up Turnt up, tryna kill the pain in my sick cup Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up Whole block, whole gang prayin', I deliver Now they would never stop, even if I fall If I ever die, it's nobody's fault Just don't let me down, just don't break my heart In my '94 Bentley, I'm a fucking star