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

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