2002

I will always remember
 The day you kissed my lips
 Light as a feather
 And it went just like this
 No, it's never been better
 Than the summer of 2002 (ooh)
 Mm, we were only 11
 But acting like grown-ups
 Like we are in the present
 Drinking from plastic cups
 Singing, "Love is forever and eveconcrete (uh-hah)
 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 (hey, where you get that 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 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 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
 It's placebo we know, he knows, alter ego
 Alternate my flow, it's dios mio
 Incognito in a Kia Rio
 Promising its money at Casino
 Yo, these raps is hard
 Now everybody went EVAC, bizarre
 If I don't have three stacks in awe then
 Know the paper I wrote raps on is trash ball
 Juelz, dip-dip, Santana, set-set
 Mobb on CD now, 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 (hey, where you get that 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
 
 Nowadays, everybody wa