Y2k lyrics

Artist  : Mausberg 
Song : Y2k



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rtist: Mausberg



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Song: Y2K



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Y2K



Mausberg kickin' realism



Spreadin' game to them coward ass niggas



You scared to ball, nigga?



You scared to ball, nigga?



Yo, I'm 'bout to grind nigga



Now it ain't nothin' but a party for the Y2K



Fuck the shutdown, my peoples can't afford
computers anyway



And we gonna party like it's 1985



Chronic smoke and Thai weed all up in the sky



Whoever thought that I would come this far?



Rich at twenty-one, Johnny Burns the black ghetto
supertsar



And I'ma reap the benefits of bein' strong 



My religion is knowin' my right from my wrong



Dedicated to bein' the realest nigga that touched
ground



And Lord knows that I came to put it down



Ain't no stoppin' me, ride wit' my dog wit' the
key to the city



Ain't conceited, just gettin' down to the nitty
gritty



Compton back on the map for the millenium



Ya ain't heard shit until ya heard what I'm
givin' em



Me and my niggas gon' run a train on the world



I'm newlyin' my damn self



I make the world twirl







Chorus x2



Yo, the time don't stop homie, get your ride
on



While you worryin' about that and get your grind
on



Before you niggas commit suicde



You better recoginze this world got a long
time







Aiyo the party don't stop (don't stop)



And the glock don't stop tickin' 



Aiyo them people bullshittin'(bullshittin')



Playin' wit' the mind of a grown man



Tellin' us some nonsense, knowin' we gone take it
to the fam-bam



And I ain't trippin' til I see the horses trot
down



Hey homie keep yo' predictions in yo' own town



Cuz I'ma party til the year 3000



Black Tecs on the rise my nigga, we straight
clownin'



Gettin' our grind on 



Blowin' up out our zone e'ryday



And keepin' far away from the fakes



I'm partyin' with the real-ionaire, talkin' to
Quik on the NexTel



Crap table, orderin' cocktails 



Backyard lookin' like nothin' but a car light



Scared of a new year, but nigga look at what I
got 



Down and dirty, like a natural disaster



Only the strong survive nigga, call me master







Chorus







I'm a full-fledged street veteran, kickin' real
shit 



So if you're fake homie, don't even try to feel
this 



Communicatin' in the form of a soldier 



And if you fall short, don't say I didn't warn
ya



Mausberg's on the grind and partyin' the same
time



Momma told me the world is mine 



So I'ma cock back and blast off 



And head for the stars, I ain't takin' no
losses



I ain't no runner from no profit 



But I'ma let you know what I know



The game is way more potent than a hoe and some
dough



I'm on a mission dog, cuz time waits for no man




The superior strokin, a Lex Luger wit' a gun in
his hand



I puff a pimp and get to thinkin' bout some deep
shit 



I ain't no hater dog, grab a chair and peep this




Don't be scared of the future 



Take control of your destiny and be the ruler







Chorus x2







Realism, Y 2000 



Yeah nigga, hell to come homie



Straight up, only the strong survive nigga



So you fake ass niggas might as well 



put a pistol in yo mouth and do yo thang