98 DEGREES Lyrics

Hop in the motherfucking whip, catch a ticket, I'm winning lottos

Double up my drip with the crystals straight out of grottoes

Get my cigarillo twisted with greenery dense as thickets

My scenery fence is picket, I'm cheefing in Colorado

Hear the lighter start to click in my Chevy, I'm on the high road, headed southwest

Let's hit the desert, keep an eagle on my hip like we listened to Desperado

God going wherever I go, rocking hard like carbonados, you should follow

I got big dreams, vintage whip in mint green

Ice cream paint job and that's a hood scoop

Hit kazzy for the good loops

Get jazzy songs as sweet as sixteen, split seams

Scoop my girl and my brodee

Pick up that lotus, my flower bomb and you know it

Rolling through hills and we coasting, shit is spinning like a frisbee

I know I get nostalgic about those times that I was young and risky

Get better as I'm aging like a top shelf whiskey

One day just take me back to freestyling in a hoopti

Rapping 'bout wearing Gucci

We were barely rocking Coogi

Nilmilly and Squilly dropping the Lucy, getting groovy

Hitting bitties up to see if I could slide like Toosie

Shooting toolies with my daddy in the woods

Never hide the place I came from, it's all good

And I'll be home soon, mama, I told you it's all good

Ninety-eight degrees Fahrenheit, baby

It's hot as hell out here, we having a good time

And it was 98 degrees

I told my brother that I

I told my brother that I

Catch a wave if I can, I ride the top 'til it break

I crash and dive in the sand, it's like a slide to the base

Rock my diamonds with vans, my keys attached at my waist

Your boy been saving his bands, I stash that shit in my safe

A couple bottles and grams, couple hours to waste

Shut my eyes and woke up and it's like the season has changed

We banging pots and the pans and then we salting the steak

Got some time on our hands, I got a smile on my face

That yellow gold, Othello cold, but mellow

My soul like an old fellow, my vision Botello bold

Pull back the string on the bow like a broken cello

I never know what's next, but never could seem to settle

The bloody soul of my shoe pressing the pedal, that's a metal rose

Eyes redder than the devil, struck a better pose

My posse has got me, I'm handsome as Abercrombie models in 2006

Come around with your chick

Stitch patches on clothes that I thrift, copping vintage pieces

Crucifix flexing my Jesus, ain't stressing the six when it be tripled up

A ripple of smoke from the blunt

Professing my weakness just made me stronger than keeping it to myself

I ain't rushing success, I got what's coming to me

Ls I just take 'em in stride, flip the M on itself

Twenty-three ain't for Jordan, that shit for Phelps

My gold is dripping and I'm keeping my spirit in stealth

And it was ninety-eight degrees