Let me tell a little story maybe you to can relate
I was brought up in the eighties, it was great, or so I thought
See Sunday morning fish and grit we use to eat
My brother use to catch it cross the street, the grits was bought
I miss my Daddy, he died in eighty four
And in nineteen ninety two it seems my brother had to go
It started sour yet it ended kinda sweet
See I met my first freak and her monkey I did beat
Nineteen ninety three my chin got a little hairy
On the first half day i was introduced to Mary
Ninety four, ninety five do the math no license
Mixing Mistic, Everclear plus the bong then we riding
Nineteen ninety six we wanted pockets to pop
See it all started out from Airheads and Blowpops
Look I can't stop, shit I got it in my blood
Just because I love this money doesn't mean I am a thug
So I tote a lot of love but that thang stay with me
And it feel as tough the whole world is against me
Nineteen ninety seven more stress I need to vent
Who would ever think I'd do it with some paper and a pen
To write it down, seem to ease the situation
I was floating cross the stage in ninety eight on graduation
Anticipating, cause it's nineteen ninety nine
It's about eleven thirty and we running out of time
At twelve o'clock exact we thought the world was gone blow
So I copped an ounce of dry and I ran it through my nose
Two O, O O is the new millennium
Most niggas ain't even know that it started two thousand one