Hello New World Songtext
von Clipse ft. Pharrell
Hello New World Songtext
Straight crushing you
Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains
With the hood screaming, "We on our way"
Can′t forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!"
Yes, I rap, but best believe, them things still get wrapped
By Papi, screaming, "It′s on its way!"
I can't wait for the next nigga from my hood to say
"Look out world, I'm on my way"
I listen to the beat and the rhyme is wrote
See, I was 16, eyes full of hope
Bagging up grams at the Hyatt, though
The news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke (oh!)
At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the drama
Fucking plenty bitches while ducking the baby mama
I found poetry, excuse me, Floetry
"Say yes!" niggas hear the "yuugh!" and they know it′s me
Make ′em sick to their stomach how they s'posed to be
Sipping on a 50-foot yacht, nigga, motion free
Ocean in my backyard where it′s s'posed to be
Funny how my neighbours don′t think it's where I′m s'posed to be
They think I'm cuter in jail
But the only time I′m boxed in is when the roof′s on the SL
And that even come off, so that would mean I'm visiting
New world, I hope y′all listening, envisioning
Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains
With the hood screaming, "We on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I′m on my way!"
Yes, I rap, but best believe, them things still get wrapped
By Papi, screaming, "It's on its way!"
I can′t wait for the next nigga from my hood to say
"Look out world, I'm on my way"
This goes out to my A-alikes who hang out on them corners
Who rock Air Nike's, live a hustler′s way of life
In white tees, constantly, ducking from D′s
Pumping that D arm readily, waiting to squeeze
Who stay cooking, stay looking, over they shoulders
Holding them boulders, trying to avoid central booking
I ain't coming at ′cha, quote-unquote "famous rapper"
Who turn positive, try to tell ya how to live
But this information I must pass to the hommies
If hustling is a must, be Sosa, not Tony
We can all shine, I want your wrist lit like mine
Neck and ears, I want it lit like mine
Foreign cars, stick-shift, six gears like mine
Anything that keep mama from crying, visiting
You behind that glass, while you away, sentencing
'Cause the judge is saying "Life" like it ain′t someone's life
Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains
With the hood screaming, "We on our way"
Can′t forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!"
Yes, I rap, but best believe, them things still get wrapped
By Papi, screaming, "It's on its way!"
I can′t wait for the next nigga from my hood to say
"Look out world, I′m on my way"
Yo, what up? What up? This is ya man Grimey from downtown Norfolk
Just want y'all to know it′s about time for us to come up and make a change, man
They keep tryin' to keep us down
But that ain′t the way to be, man
It's about time for us to get it together, man
Everybody else put they shit together
Why the niggas can′t get together, put they money together?
Hustlers come together with hustlers, know what I'm saying?
This ain't just for the players in VA
This for players all over the world, this is Grimey
Times-a-wasting, niggas doing so much hating
Free ya heart, and show ya greatness
I, like you, had to come from up under the basement
Just like you, had Satan trying my patience
Still you look at me through jealous eyes
I wish to see all my niggas rise up! Get that money
Put them nine′s up, piggyback from out the ghetto ′for times up!
Niggas rush!
Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains
With the hood screaming, "We on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I′m on my way!"
Yes, I rap, but best believe, them things still get wrapped
By Papi, screaming, "It's on its way!"
I can′t wait for the next nigga from my hood to say
"Look out world, I'm on my way"
Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains
With the hood screaming, "We on our way"
Can′t forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!"
Yes, I rap, but best believe, them things still get wrapped
By Papi, screaming, "It′s on its way!"
I can't wait for the next nigga from my hood to say
"Look out world, I'm on my way"
I listen to the beat and the rhyme is wrote
See, I was 16, eyes full of hope
Bagging up grams at the Hyatt, though
The news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke (oh!)
At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the drama
Fucking plenty bitches while ducking the baby mama
I found poetry, excuse me, Floetry
"Say yes!" niggas hear the "yuugh!" and they know it′s me
Make ′em sick to their stomach how they s'posed to be
Sipping on a 50-foot yacht, nigga, motion free
Ocean in my backyard where it′s s'posed to be
Funny how my neighbours don′t think it's where I′m s'posed to be
They think I'm cuter in jail
But the only time I′m boxed in is when the roof′s on the SL
And that even come off, so that would mean I'm visiting
New world, I hope y′all listening, envisioning
Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains
With the hood screaming, "We on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I′m on my way!"
Yes, I rap, but best believe, them things still get wrapped
By Papi, screaming, "It's on its way!"
I can′t wait for the next nigga from my hood to say
"Look out world, I'm on my way"
This goes out to my A-alikes who hang out on them corners
Who rock Air Nike's, live a hustler′s way of life
In white tees, constantly, ducking from D′s
Pumping that D arm readily, waiting to squeeze
Who stay cooking, stay looking, over they shoulders
Holding them boulders, trying to avoid central booking
I ain't coming at ′cha, quote-unquote "famous rapper"
Who turn positive, try to tell ya how to live
But this information I must pass to the hommies
If hustling is a must, be Sosa, not Tony
We can all shine, I want your wrist lit like mine
Neck and ears, I want it lit like mine
Foreign cars, stick-shift, six gears like mine
Anything that keep mama from crying, visiting
You behind that glass, while you away, sentencing
'Cause the judge is saying "Life" like it ain′t someone's life
Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains
With the hood screaming, "We on our way"
Can′t forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!"
Yes, I rap, but best believe, them things still get wrapped
By Papi, screaming, "It's on its way!"
I can′t wait for the next nigga from my hood to say
"Look out world, I′m on my way"
Yo, what up? What up? This is ya man Grimey from downtown Norfolk
Just want y'all to know it′s about time for us to come up and make a change, man
They keep tryin' to keep us down
But that ain′t the way to be, man
It's about time for us to get it together, man
Everybody else put they shit together
Why the niggas can′t get together, put they money together?
Hustlers come together with hustlers, know what I'm saying?
This ain't just for the players in VA
This for players all over the world, this is Grimey
Times-a-wasting, niggas doing so much hating
Free ya heart, and show ya greatness
I, like you, had to come from up under the basement
Just like you, had Satan trying my patience
Still you look at me through jealous eyes
I wish to see all my niggas rise up! Get that money
Put them nine′s up, piggyback from out the ghetto ′for times up!
Niggas rush!
Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains
With the hood screaming, "We on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I′m on my way!"
Yes, I rap, but best believe, them things still get wrapped
By Papi, screaming, "It's on its way!"
I can′t wait for the next nigga from my hood to say
"Look out world, I'm on my way"
Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton, Gene Thornton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
