2001 CHRONIC Lyrics

Ay

The coupe's not running cus my P's are low,

It's mad

But it's okay, I ain't got no coupe I just ask my dad

But my dad ain't round and I know he tried

But it makes me sad

But I don't need no man of the house

Cus I been that man

See I pull up with mum and they ask me

'Where did you get this tan?"

Cus my mum ain't black and they get confused

They don't understand

And they get real awkward

And ask some questions about my fam

My nigga im mixed, like peas and rice in a pan

Like tree's in the am, like Klus and Klux and Klan

Shit, like Boris and the Brexit plan

Swear they lose their mind when I walk to the shop with my nan

Like 'are you okay darling, you sure that you know this man?'

Sticky icky in my pocket and a chain on my neck

Ain't got much money in the bank but i'm still feeling myself

Me and my bruddas we just coolin bout to spark up a rocket

Windows down in the whip, banging 2001 Chronic

(Banging 2001 Chronic)

They said i'm that kid, they said i'm that guy,

they said i'm that dude

Today I wanna talk my shit but you know that I hate to be rude (sorry I hate to be rude but)

And I could have a bad b nude but you know I gotta make these tunes (sorry babes)

That's why i'm up all day, all night in the stu with my goons

And it ain't even nothing new

Done this since I was a yute

So I ain't got nothing to prove, nothing to lose

Stayed in my lane cus I liked the view

And if it makes you mad then thats on you

What can I say? What can I do?

Said i'm always on my job so I ain't got the time for you

Sticky icky in my pocket and a chain on my neck

Ain't got much money in the bank but i'm still feeling myself

Me and my bruddas we just coolin bout to spark up a rocket

Windows down in the whip, banging 2001 Chronic

(Banging 2001 Chronic)