[Chris Webby] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin´ to say But nothin´ comes out when they movin´ their lips Just a bunch of gibberish
These motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre First rhyme that I memorized, played it ´bout 100 times Learned every fucking line, stuck up in my crazy mind Back when I was 8 or 9, had it in my motherfucking CD player every other day Bumped DMX with some blueprint Jay Outkast with a little UGK My dude Tech N9ne was killing the wordplay While Red and Meth taught me how to blaze I would run ´em up with Busta Bust Turned up in my fucking truck and spit like every line So baby, if you give it to me, I´ma give it to you Break Your Neck and press rewind, I´m
Really missing them Nate Dogg hooks Really missing those Dipset beats Really missing Big L, Big Pun, Big Poppa, 2Pac, and ODB Prodigy and Sean P Got me pouring whiskey on the concrete Those the ones that I bump from the subs in the trunk ´cause I´m twisting up in CT I was in my Sean John hoodie with a taste of Sam Goody Back when shit was all goodie, in the game as a rookie I take mom´s whip, get high and play hookie Off in the sunset like Bullseye and Woody With The Marshall Mathers blasting up in the car While rapping every word when I´m caught in traffic Getting stared at by the people next to me
Played "Just Don´t Give a Fuck" and I pressed repeat And I still don´t give a fuck here and I´m almost 30 Shit, I learned from the best so I show no mercy Learned from the best so my flow so wordy And every version says dirty I learned from the best so I gotta be Rocking beats, with a little rap god in me Fulfilling prophecies since I got the CD 2001 with the chronic leaf
[Chris Webby] Speakers up until they rock the trunk They hear my style and they wonder where I got it from But you see that mumble rap, yeah, I don´t fuck with that
I´m still ridin´ ´round to Dr. Dre, 2001 2001 (Nah, nah, nah) 2001 (Nah, nah, nah) I´m still ridin´ ´round to Dr. Dre, 2001 2001 (Nah, nah, nah) 2001 (Nah, nah, nah) I´m still ridin´ ´round to Dr. Dre, 2001
[Anoyd] One, two, three and to the four It´s Anoyd, Chris Web knocking at the door ´Bout to make an entrance, back on up Cause that new shit sucks, who let ´em reconstruct? The rap game Give me the microphone, I can bust like a bubble Connecticut, oh you know you in trouble And nothing but a g thing, baby
Me and Web do the MC thing crazy Yeah I miss the day, why yes When the rhyme makes sense Mindset need the knowledge Myspace page with the Dipset anthem And my pants to big and my shirt a 5X Ready or not and the ooh la, la Man I miss L-Boogie and for sure Wyclef Now we got a bunch of immature kind Makin four five steps and they feel they for sure timeless With a child like thumbnail Fell in love with rap I was just 12 To hip-hop, I was writing love mail Even though I´m black I´m the fucking white blood cell to the damn dust trail Days I can make anybody call my phone so they can hear the song on my voicemail
When they give good word to the young cause they know I´m pushing 25 strong like a dumbbell I don´t wanna rap like this... yea Cause everybody rap like this... yea I hate it when y´all rap like this You just gotta leave a gap like this.. yea Yeah, it´s placebo we know He know, alter ego Alternate my flow it´s dios mio Incognito in a Kia Rio Promising it´s money at Casino Yo, these raps is hard Now everybody went EVAC, bizarre If I don´t have three stacks in awe then know the paper I wrote raps on is trash ball Juelz, dip-dip, Santana, set-set Mobb on CD now, NAS on cassette-set Still feel like there´s ´01 in my headset
2001 in my headset
[Chris Webby] Speakers up until they rock the trunk They hear my style and they wonder where I got it from But you see that mumble rap, yeah, I don´t fuck with that I´m still ridin´ ´round to Dr. Dre, 2001 2001 (Nah, nah, nah) 2001 (Nah, nah, nah) I´m still ridin´ ´round to Dr. Dre, 2001 2001 (Nah, nah, nah) 2001 (Nah, nah, nah) I´m still ridin´ ´round to Dr. Dre, 2001
[ Chris Webby] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin´ to say But nothin´ comes out when they movin´ their lips Just a bunch of gibberish These motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin´ to say But nothin´ comes out when they movin´ their lips Just a bunch of gibberish These motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
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