2000's Baby Songtext
Water, ayy
They say he cool, condensation, I got drip, I need a koozie
I'm at Jasper's crib, they let the Jew in the jacuzzi
2000 baby, this the perfect storm, George Clooney
Put my best foot forward 'til I peeped them boys were goofy
And every time my light shine bright, they try to dim some
Now I'm with your lady eatin' dim sum
Puff the Magic Dragon, if he smoke, then I might flip one
Tuck his tail, hop off the wagon, I might kick one
They say he cool, condensation, I got drip, I need a koozie
I'm at Jasper's crib, they let the Jew in the jacuzzi
2000 baby, this the perfect storm, George Clooney
Put my best foot forward 'til I peeped them boys were goofy
And every time my light shine bright, they try to dim some
Now I'm with your lady eatin' dim sum
Puff the Magic Dragon, if he smoke, then I might flip one
Tuck his tail, hop off the wagon, I might kick one
Four score and seven years ago, I met a jit
Who put an arrow on the Smith & Wesson, Steven Tyler shit
My arm strong from totin' billies, sixty seconds, throw a fit
I'm sippin' egg nog, developin' a dad bod' and shit
I'm gettin' flat spots and shit from all the wear and tear out it
He playin' chess, not checkers, I'm an archery fanatic
I be rappin' for a reason, I don't care 'bout livin' lavish
'Cause if it's smoke, appreciate the aromatics
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
2000 baby, I ain't growin' old, yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
From the Florida Tropics, now I'm up the road, ayy
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Pistol drop an opp, like, how low can you go? Yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Pull up on your block and I'm gon' bend it like I'm Cole, ayy
Why they dissin' all my peers? Don't you disappear
They ask me where I'm tryna take this shit, I told 'em, "Change is near" And every time they tried to make amends, that shit was insincere
That rusty-ass .380 in my boot, that shit a souvenir
Extendo clips hangin' like dicks out for Harambe
Pasta de pepe, I catch your ass and cook you à la dente
Ambidextrous, more to the left, but I am not Beyoncé
And I'm married to the money, shout-out my fiancée
BLP John Quiñones, pop out like, "What would you do?"
I'm smokin' on you know who, the grandson of them damn lieutenants too
Forty out the gate, came out the roof, just me and whoop-de-woo
I get the info like I'm Narduwar, then that chopper do-do-do
I'm shuttin' down the venues with my dog, he look like Majin Buu
I grew up fast as fuck, I'm tryna violate the Toon Lagoon
Sweet lick, I buck the gang back, they salty, no spittoon
I feel like 9lokkNine, a bad bitch blow me like a ba-balloon
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
2000 baby, I ain't growin' old, yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
From the Florida Tropics, now I'm up the road, ayy
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Pistol drop an opp, like, how low can you go? Yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Pull up on your block and I'm gon' bend it like I'm Cole, ayy
Who put an arrow on the Smith & Wesson, Steven Tyler shit
My arm strong from totin' billies, sixty seconds, throw a fit
I'm sippin' egg nog, developin' a dad bod' and shit
I'm gettin' flat spots and shit from all the wear and tear out it
He playin' chess, not checkers, I'm an archery fanatic
I be rappin' for a reason, I don't care 'bout livin' lavish
'Cause if it's smoke, appreciate the aromatics
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
2000 baby, I ain't growin' old, yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
From the Florida Tropics, now I'm up the road, ayy
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Pistol drop an opp, like, how low can you go? Yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Pull up on your block and I'm gon' bend it like I'm Cole, ayy
Why they dissin' all my peers? Don't you disappear
They ask me where I'm tryna take this shit, I told 'em, "Change is near" And every time they tried to make amends, that shit was insincere
That rusty-ass .380 in my boot, that shit a souvenir
Extendo clips hangin' like dicks out for Harambe
Pasta de pepe, I catch your ass and cook you à la dente
Ambidextrous, more to the left, but I am not Beyoncé
And I'm married to the money, shout-out my fiancée
BLP John Quiñones, pop out like, "What would you do?"
I'm smokin' on you know who, the grandson of them damn lieutenants too
Forty out the gate, came out the roof, just me and whoop-de-woo
I get the info like I'm Narduwar, then that chopper do-do-do
I'm shuttin' down the venues with my dog, he look like Majin Buu
I grew up fast as fuck, I'm tryna violate the Toon Lagoon
Sweet lick, I buck the gang back, they salty, no spittoon
I feel like 9lokkNine, a bad bitch blow me like a ba-balloon
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
2000 baby, I ain't growin' old, yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
From the Florida Tropics, now I'm up the road, ayy
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Pistol drop an opp, like, how low can you go? Yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Pull up on your block and I'm gon' bend it like I'm Cole, ayy
