Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2001 , by - Chris Webby. Release date: 01.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |