2001

, 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 shaun deeb, 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, 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, 2001, i'm still ridin' 'round to dr. dre, 2001, 2001, 2001, i'm still ridin' 'round to dr. dre, 2001, 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, connectikitty devil, oh you know you in trouble, and nothing but a g thing, baby, me and web do the mc thing crazy, yeah, yeah that's where the rhyme makes sense, my set need the knowledge, my 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 comics, make like four or 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's olds 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, wanna give good word to the young cause they know i'm pushing 25 strong like a dumbbell, i don't wanna rap like this, cause everybody rap like this, i hate it when y'all rap like this, you just gotta leave a gap like this, 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 i can see though, yeah, these raps is hard, now everybody went evac, bizarre, if i don't have three stacks then know the paper i rolled raps on is trash ball, my own cd now is on cassett-set, still feel like there's '01 in my headset, 2001 in my headset, 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, 2001, i'm still ridin' 'round to dr. dre, 2001, 2001, 2001, i'm still ridin' 'round to dr. dre, 2001, 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