What I Know

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Unlock ya locks, and keep ya keys The Pac in me got me thinkin' deeply I got to shock MCs wit my philosophies 'Cause I think very deeply Where I come from where you sweat ya pen up Young gun rep-resenter from the Ep-icenter The microphone fiendin' for a microphone Before he knew what a microphone mean With them four pounds, and they soundin' in off (uh-uh) And them slugs, get them thugs, and the ground, get the chalk (uh) Niggas hearts is dissolvin', involved in What Farakhan and Jim Brown couldn't solve (it's over) [Chorus] I'mma tell (yeah) you what I know, (we're just gonna kick it) What I know (yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] 'Cause the boys in the hood is always hard You come talkin' that trash they'll pull ya card (uh) Who would have known that the boy growin' up playin' them cards Will soon know the music he wrote, it was so true (yeah-uh) Who could raise me after I been amazed by Dre And N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me (yeah) To back the staff for free (uh), I will believe It ain't nothing Shady in the Aftermath (yeah) Perhaps when you unwrappin' the plastic You respect whatever you hear, and the styles is growin' (yeah) Them guys is clonin' them pioneers Rappers wanna be classic like they Clef, Pras, and Lauryn (ha-ha) [Chorus] I'mma tell you (yeah, I'm just talkin', haha) what I know, (yeah) what I know (yeah) [Verse 3] Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant shit to me, it's statements Like that made me gauge, White, Black, hate to make Me say - I like when they fight back, they Meaning rap, I vent myself Leanin' back, not knowin' that I meant myself A lesson comin' fast, you dudes better catch it Whenever the future answers your questions from the past And hold that, I'm spillin' these cold raps 'Cause I am a throwback you feeling a soldier And keep tryin' to keep up with the kind of guy That'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over (yeah) [Chorus] I'mma tell you what I know (yeah), what I know (yeah) [Verse 4] Oh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob Goin' from city to city, seein' who I could rob (uh) Goin' from makin' them poems up in my garage (yeah) Then goin' on major tours with me and my squad (uh) Goin' from listenin' to Reggie to meeting him With my palms sweaty to him, telling me I'm deadly (me) Goin' from likin' to spray the club after a night That didn't go my way to plug to writin' for Dre (yeah) You damn right I was raised the amazin' Hand-writin' on the same page that you can't type on So I black out the usual same way The old fashion rap 'til it's no lights on (light's on) [Chorus] I'mma tell you what I know (I'm a throwback, man, yeah) What I know