Summer Of 96 - Sunflower Seeds

Song Rating: 7.71/10

Song lyrics:

{Intro – Royce da 59″}
Yo I like this
Just let it go Preem
Give em a second to give us a lil courtesy, you know
You ready? “You ready?” Okay
Well hold these sunflower seeds, Im going in

{Verse 1 – Royce da 59″}
Guess whos bizack, the best 2 thats gon ever do it
Dont need no metro or Neptunes trizack
This is what you call alcoholic recording, flawless guitar rifts
Now they riding with us for sure in the Audi or this
Ferrari, this is for Joe Montgomery and Johnny Morris
Now we bout to Power up the Ghost like Omari Hardwick
Time flies when you having a nice time
So when I drive I try to ride slower than Heinz pouring
My mama told me to try to enjoy it
Take you a vitamin boy and stick to your diet and tore it
Keep rising and soaring, dont put your mind on the evil
Keep your eye on the people who would k** just to be by you
And beware of those who appear to be dying to meet you
Let your therapy be The Bible and let yourself just be legendary
And just continue to keep on helping the less fortunate
Not for no fu–ing credit in public but for the blessings above
Most important lesson I learned was just to love “true”
Most of my aggression was extra liquor and just the d** “true”
Wherever I go, whoever Im with, Im met with hugs “true”
While all you rappers getting extorted, in debt with thugs

{Chorus – Royce da 59″}
Im riding around in a Maserati bout to go to McDonalds eating sunflower seeds “laid back”
But still I spit the shell out the window
Still I spit the shell out the window
Now that Im living well all I remember is all I could afford was sunflower seeds “laid back”
But still I spit the shell out the window
Still I spit the shell out the window

{Verse 2 – Royce da 59″}
I will spit these out a Gallardo


Then peel off laughing like Ricky Ricardo
Go to your lady home and spit a whole bag of sunflower seeds out on her marble
Floor, oh no I didnt
I k** the fish and put wings on the dog for you treating me like I dont, dont know fly bi–hes
Nickel, Im back in the prime of things
2 jackas this one is tabular, that one is Steve McQueen
I flip on a rapper quick as Christopher could finish up a trap on a beat machine
I pull out a full metal jacket
Show you exactly what going platinum with features mean
I am the absolute sh** I actually speak latrine, PRhyme 2
All day you hear UZI, choppers and nines too
All day you ni–as eat sushi, sausage and fondue
The drum dilla like Ma Duke
The Hummer red and it come atop
Giant sized shoes like clown suits
The rifle rightfully mine too, it might just heat up from the field in the clutch like when Mike and LeBron shoot



{Chorus – Royce da 59″}
Riding around in a Maserati bout to go to McDonalds eating sunflower seeds “laidback”
But still I spit the shell out the window
But still I spit the shell out the window
Now that Im living well all I remember is all I could afford was sunflower seeds “laidback”
But still I spit the shell out the window
Still I spit the shell out the window



{Outro – Novel & Royce da 59″}
And I, I grew up in the streets
One man “one man”, one heart “one heart”, one love “one love”
Living in the ghetto you get one chance “you get one chance”
You know I keep a piece and my sunflower seeds in the other hand
And Po-Po out here shooting ni–as, yeah they tryna k** the brother man
And I, I grew up in the streets
One man “one man”, one heart “one heart”, one love “one love”
Living in the ghetto you get one chance “you get one chance”
You know I keep a piece and my sunflower seeds in the other hand

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 09:10