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So 1994, arguably Is single-handedly One of the greatest years, if not, the greatest in history Let's be very clear on that A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop Yo April 19, doctor's say "It’s a girl" In '94, Illmatic dropped the same day I came in this world My mother said "The World is Yours", she was givin' me game It's only right I take a trip down "Memory Lane" In '94 that's when Biggie dropped "Ready to Die" The first time I heard "Gimme the Loot", I kept pressin' rewind I grew up hearin' 2Pac's "So Many Tears" That's when I fell in love with rap and said "I'm supposed to be there" Jay had "Reasonable Doubt", 1, 2 and Volume 3 Foxy was my favorite but Lauryn's style, inspired me Classics and no rapper will get to replace it They blame it on the kids and say we too "Miseducated" But Pun, Kim, X and Mobb Deep, type of shit I loved Bumpin' Wu before I was old enough to hit a club Respect to the rappers I didn't grow up on SongtexteCame out before I was born or I was probably too young to know they songs A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop G-Unit was my generation Pac and Biggie I remember niggas wantin' to get shot, 'cause 50 Back when we used to burn mixtapes or go to the store Back when Arcadia was lit, a place you go when you bored I wrote my first sixteen to a Tribe Called Quest beat Made my first beat, inspired by a Kanye West beat I remember watchin' Big Tigger in the basement I use to fantasize about me spittin' with the greatest At my shows, word for word how they sang each song Use music as my medicine to erase these scars I get paid for these bars Now I reminisce back when pork and beans and hot dogs was our filet mignon Heat a honey bun for breakfast momma playin', "What's the 411?" We was still livin' on Broadway, the poor young slums In the future when they talk about the greats They gone mention Ché Noir in them top five debates A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop Aus Songtexte Mania