2001

[Verse 1: 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 [Chorus: 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 [Verse 2: 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 all then know the paper I wrote raps on is trash ball Juelz, dip-dip, Santana, set-set Mobb on CD, NAS on cassette-set Still feel like there's '01 in my headset 2001 in my headset [Chorus: 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 [Outro: 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