[Verse 1: e-dubble]
Hey yo, 1996 was different
Lost B.I.G. and shit, we miss him
We need it back, we need the tracks
We need the rap to bridge the gap that exists
"Tipper" Gore said he cursed too much
Well, I still copped those CD's
FYI, FYE, ain't really got shit on me though
Yo, 'til I blow like C4
Never wanna be a star or a hero
Got a lot of soul, so I never fold
I field goals like I'm playing in the league though
Yo, see gold through the peephole
Pay bills, no more repo
We hit them J's in just the same way that you hit your free throws
[Verse 2: 27 Lights]
'96 was live, you can catch me in my whip
With a CD from the time when the music was the shit
I bet a hundred on myself, so a hundred's in my pocket
I'm going to the store and you know just what I'm copping
[Hook: e-dubble]
Been at it for a minute, and all my people know it
The years can take their toll, but shit, it makes for better poems
So I'm tryna paint these pictures
These pictures get me lifted
They take me to a place where I embrace my inhibitions
It goes: backseat windows up
Smoked out, boxed up
Two-tone, two cups
(See me when you see me)
I got one chance, one life
We roll no dice
We sold no hype
(See me when you see me)
Hey yo, 1996 was different
Lost B.I.G. and shit, we miss him
We need it back, we need the tracks
We need the rap to bridge the gap that exists
"Tipper" Gore said he cursed too much
Well, I still copped those CD's
FYI, FYE, ain't really got shit on me though
Yo, 'til I blow like C4
Never wanna be a star or a hero
Got a lot of soul, so I never fold
I field goals like I'm playing in the league though
Yo, see gold through the peephole
Pay bills, no more repo
We hit them J's in just the same way that you hit your free throws
[Verse 2: 27 Lights]
'96 was live, you can catch me in my whip
With a CD from the time when the music was the shit
I bet a hundred on myself, so a hundred's in my pocket
I'm going to the store and you know just what I'm copping
[Hook: e-dubble]
Been at it for a minute, and all my people know it
The years can take their toll, but shit, it makes for better poems
So I'm tryna paint these pictures
These pictures get me lifted
They take me to a place where I embrace my inhibitions
It goes: backseat windows up
Smoked out, boxed up
Two-tone, two cups
(See me when you see me)
I got one chance, one life
We roll no dice
We sold no hype
(See me when you see me)
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