Cisco Kid

Way, way, way back days, the year, 1983 Had to get a job, had to make some mon-ne-ne Picked up a pen and a pad, droppes reality Never thinking that I would live to see the day I rocked my own CD We used to do the dance we called wobie-wobie Now S.T.P. 1993, so Hollywood get out my way My mom's words seems like yesterday, "Love Jesus, don't forget to pray." She most have gone with the boss D.J. Right? Next thing you know, skinny coming with the 9 mm 'Cause he who has the money has the authority And respect to the man with the ozi The 808 kit is on my hit list And this beat's cooking like a piped out bliss It wasn't hard to do, it so easy Because to me loops come naturaly Mom's words seem like yesterday And now in '94 we got an S.T.P A half pack of smokes, and oh yes, aunt Bea A fifteen pack of Old Millwalkee A Dalmation and a girlfriend, but I ain't got no mon-ne-ne-ne The 808 is within my reach Sublime beats are comin' straight from Long Beach If you think that hollywood didn't get what he deserved Call 808 kid to get served