Artist: Big K.R.I.T. Album: 4evaNaDay Song: 1986 Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Chorus] Like it was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch Big money, subwoofer, Randy Savage It was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch M.C. twenty-four crawling through the traffic It was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch Rolling clean, hella screen, digi-dashed it It was 1986, coldest year ever Momma could have cut me out the womb but she knew better [Big K.R.I.T.] Digi my dash, this for the players that got them some golds, and copped them some gators Fresh' than a motherfucker, I knew what it took The game that I'm giving you, couldn't get out a book Now don't be tricking no hoes, don't be lending your ride And if you fuck, wear a rubber cause they burning inside If it don't pay what you're asking, then you're wasting your time If you can't get you no old school, don't go fucking with mine [Chorus] [Big K.R.I.T.] Watching for jackers, scoping for law They go to hating when I'm bassing cause I swang and I crawl Scraping the wall, rubbing the curb A chef with the whipping, my trunk shaken and stirred I got a fetish for Chevys, an itch for the dollar On the hunt for a freak, down to fuck if she swallow I be popping my collar till I'm dead in a tomb Hell, I've been popping my collar since I fell out the womb [Chorus] [Big K.R.I.T. - singing] Feels good to have it Knowing that I did what I could It feels good to have it I put the leather on top of the wood It feels good to have it I rode chrome all around my streets It feels good to have it to see it, to need it, to grab it Feels good to have it [Chorus]