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