2001 (feat. Anoyd)

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk

Think they got something to say

But nothing 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 a hundred times

Learned every fucking line, stuck up in my crazy mind

Back when I was 8 or 9

Had it in my motherfuckin' CD player, every other day

Bumped DMX with some blueprint Jay

Outkast with a little UGK

My dude Tech N9ne was killin' 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 missin' them Nate Dogg hooks

Really missin' those Dipset beats

Really missin' Big L, Big Pun, Big Poppa, 2Pac, and ODB

Prodigy and Sean P

Got me pourin' whiskey on the concrete

Those the ones that I bump from the subs in the trunk

'Cause I'm twistin' 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 blastin' up in the car

While rappin' every word when I'm caught in traffic

Gettin' stared at by the people next to me

Played Just Don't Give a F**k and I pressed repeat

And I still don't give a fuck here and 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

Rockin' beats, with a little rap god in me

Fulfillin' 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, I'm still ridin' round to Dr. Dre, 2001

2001 (Nah, nah, nah)

2001, I'm still ridin' round to Dr. Dre, 2001

One, two, three, and to the four

It's Anoyd, Chris Webb' knockin' at the door

'Bout to make a entrance, back on up

'Cause that new shit suck, who let 'em reconstruct the rap game?

Give me the microphone, I can bust like a bubble

Connecticut the Devil, oh, you know you in trouble

Ain't nothing but a G thing, baby

Me and Webb' do the MC thing, crazy

Yeah, I miss the day, why yes

When the rhyme makes sense

Mindset needed knowledge

Myspace page with the Dipset anthem

My pants too 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 writin' 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 pushin' 25, strong like a dumbbell

I don't wanna rap like this, yeah

'Cause everybody rap like this, yeah

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

Promisin' it's money at Casino

Yo, these raps is hard

Now everybody went EVAC, bizarre

If it don't have three stacks in all

Then 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 it'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, I'm still ridin' round to Dr. Dre, 2001

2001 (Nah, nah, nah)

2001, I'm still ridin' round to Dr. Dre, 2001

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk

Like they got something to say

But nothing 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 something to say

But nothing comes out when they movin' their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

These motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre