1989 Bo Jackson Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Bomani Jones, Chuck Klosterman & AC640]
All we saw, was a man doing things that we had no idea were humanly possible
Then out of nowhere, he's gone
See the things you heard about them, but there was kind of like this legendary (Big-Big-Big-Big-BigBossButta on the beat)
He was this larger than life ideal
And the stories about Bo Jackson, were always very vivid
A man doing things I feel like Bo Jackson in 1989
That we had no idea were humanly possible

[Chorus: AC640]
Two blocks one day, n*gga, thats me
Two blocks one day, I could teach ya' how to creep
I could teach ya' how to leavе a n*gga ass in the street
You got stuck on the zip, now his ass lookin' weak
Hе got stuck in the car, now his ass in my sheet
Stoppin' sh*t up the six, stoppin' sh*t up the creek
Stoppin sh*t up the five, stoppin' sh*t up the V
Spin the whole Uptown, I got B's in the stre-
Spin the whole Uptown, I got rank in this sh*t
And his ass try spin, he got touched with that sh*t
He was fishin' my way and got his ass trucked with that (Boom) two tone smit-
Bet' be on point, I be watchin' them cars
I be geekin' to stop me a whip (I be stoppin' them cars)
And I ain' bein' to picky, I'on care 'bout a car
Make a right, let me out of this b*tch
[Verse: AC640]
And n*gga, I ain' shooting no car
Let me out by the corner, I ain't leaving 'till a n*gga ass dip
I ain't leaving 'till a n*gga ass fall on the floor
I'ma walk his ass down with a wig like a b*tch
Yeah, I really get active, I be catching them B's
Bet' get out my way, I be leaving sh*t stiff
When I jump out this fin
I be trucking sh*t, crossing sh*t over, reset
His ass got touched with that sh*t
If that money look right, just give me a Drac' and a Pre
I'ma leave sh*t in the middle of the street
If you want you some aim, make you a right up on Seventh and T
It ain' sh*t to go f*ck up the sneak
If you want you a feat', just me a car with a key
n*gga, long love Slatt, I bomb up the three
We a come on your block with that sh*t
n*gga better not slip, Dre ass got plucked tryna bend
It ain't about the money, this sh*t really in me
I crack you for a lil' ass ten
When it's time to get in, n*ggas callin' my phone
I ain't tryna bend rip, get the drop on then ben-

[Chorus: AC640]
Two blocks one day, n*gga, thats me
Two blocks one day, I could teach ya' how to creep
I could teach ya' how to leave a n*gga ass in the street
You got stuck on the zip, now his ass lookin' weak
He got stuck in the car, now his ass in my sheet
Stoppin' sh*t up the six, stoppin' sh*t up the creek
Stoppin sh*t up the five, stoppin' sh*t up the V
Spin the whole Uptown, I got B's in the stre-
Spin the whole Uptown, I got rank in this sh*t
And his ass try spin, he got touched with that sh*t
He was fishin' my way and got his ass trucked with that two tone smit-
Bet' be on point, I be watchin' them cars
I be geekin' to stop me a whip
And I ain' bein' to picky, I'on care 'bout a car
Make a right, let me out of this b*tch
(Bah-bah-bah)
[Outro: Bomani Jones & Unknown]
Then out of nowhere he was gone
He was untouchable
Bo was just better than everybody else
(Yo, aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)