New World
Clipse; Pharrell Williams Lyrics
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Hello new world, here we come
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're 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
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Lookout 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 higher dough
The news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke, oh
At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the drama
Fuckin' plenty bitches while ducking the baby mama
I found poetry, excuse me, floetry
"Say yes? niggaz hear the, "Eghck" and they know it's me
Make 'em sick to their stomach how they s'posta be
Sippin' on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion free
Ocean in my backyard where it's s'posta be
Funny how my neighbors don't think it's where I'm s'posta be
They think I'm cuter in jail
But the only time I'm boxed in is when the roofs 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're 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, "Lookout world I'm on my way"
This goes out to my Halites that hang out on them corners
Who rock Air Nike's, live a hustlers way of life
In white T's, constantly, ducking from Ds
Pumpin' that D arm, readily, waiting to squeeze
Who stay cookin', stay lookin', over they shoulders
Holdin' them boulders, tryin' 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 homies
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, 6 gears like mine
Anything that keep mama from crying, visiting
You from behind that glass, while you away, sentencing
But 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're 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, "Lookout world I'm on my way"
Yo, what up? What up? This ya man Grinding, 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 get they shit together
Why the niggaz can't get they shit together and get they money together?
Hustlers come together with hustlers
Know what I'm sayin'? This ain't just for the playas in VA
This for playas all over the world, this grinding
Times a wastin', niggaz doin' so much hatin'
Free ya heart and show ya greatness
I like you, had to come from up under the basement
Just like you, had Satan tryin' my patience
Still you look at me through jealous eyes
I wish to see all my niggaz rise up
Get that money, put them 9s up
Piggy back out the ghetto 'for times up, niggaz rush
Hello new world, here we come
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're 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, "Lookout world I'm on my way"
The Clipse's song "New World," produced by Pharrell Williams, is a reflection on the rappers' journey from selling drugs on the streets of Virginia to achieving fame and success in the music industry. The opening lines set the tone for the rest of the song: "Hello new world, here we come / On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, 'We're on our way' / Can't forget where I come from / So I extend my hand to my man screaming, 'I'm on my way.'" The twinkie trains refer to the infamous snack cakes that the Clipse sold on the streets as a front for their drug business.
Throughout the song, the Clipse reflect on their experiences selling drugs, dodging the law, and navigating the challenges of the rap industry. They also offer words of encouragement to their fellow hustlers, urging them to come together and work towards a better future. The song's chorus, "Hello new world, here we come / On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, 'We're on our way,'" serves as a declaration of the Clipse's determination to succeed despite their humble beginnings.
One interesting fact about the song is that it features a sample from "Batman: Mask of the Phantasm," a 1993 animated film based on the Batman comic book series. The sample appears roughly 30 seconds into the song and features a character exclaiming, "I know what you're thinking. 'Did he fire six shots or only five?' Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself." Another interesting fact is that the Clipse initially recorded the song for the soundtrack of the 2005 film "Coach Carter," but it was ultimately not included in the movie.
Chords: Unfortunately, the chords for "New World" are not available at this time.
Line by Line Meaning
Hello new world, here we come
We are entering a new phase in our life and ready to conquer the world.
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're on our way"
We are making our way to success despite starting from humble beginnings.
Can't forget where I come from
We remain humble and grounded despite our rise to success.
So I extend my hand to my man screaming, "I'm on my way"
We are helping those from our community who are also striving for success.
Yes, I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming, "It's on its way"
We still remember our roots in the drug game and use that knowledge to our advantage in the music industry.
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Lookout world I'm on my way"
We want to inspire our community to strive for success and do the best they can.
I listen to the beat and the rhyme is wrote
See, I was 16, eyes full of hope
Bagging up grams at the higher dough
The news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke, oh
I started from the bottom, working in the drug trade, but I saw potential in myself to succeed in music.
At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the drama
Fuckin' plenty bitches while ducking the baby mama
I had to navigate difficult situations in my personal life while pursuing my dreams.
I found poetry, excuse me, floetry
"Say yes? niggaz hear the, "Eghck" and they know it's me
Make 'em sick to their stomach how they s'posta be
Sippin' on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion free
Ocean in my backyard where it's s'posta be
Funny how my neighbors don't think it's where I'm s'posta be"
I found my calling in music and have achieved great success, enjoying life to the fullest despite the doubts of others.
They think I'm cuter in jail
But the only time I'm boxed in is when the roofs on the SL
And that even come off, so that would mean I'm visiting
New world, I hope y'all listening, envisioning
Despite stereotypes and rumors, I have never been imprisoned and am enjoying my success with no limitations.
This goes out to my Halites that hang out on them corners
Who rock Air Nike's, live a hustlers way of life
In white T's, constantly, ducking from Ds
Pumpin' that D arm, readily, waiting to squeeze
Who stay cookin', stay lookin', over they shoulders
Holdin' them boulders, tryin' to avoid central booking
I know the struggles of those still in the drug trade, constantly looking over their shoulders and living in fear of arrest.
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 homies
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, 6 gears like mine
Anything that keep mama from crying, visiting
You from behind that glass, while you away, sentencing
But the judge is saying "Life" like it ain't someone's life
I'm not here to preach, but I want my community to know that they can achieve greatness without resorting to a life of crime; success is not worth sacrificing one's freedom or life.
Yo, what up? What up? This ya man Grinding, 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 get they shit together
Why the niggaz can't get they shit together and get they money together?
Hustlers come together with hustlers
Know what I'm sayin'? This ain't just for the playas in VA
This for playas all over the world, this grinding
Times a wastin', niggaz doin' so much hatin'
Free ya heart and show ya greatness
This song is a call to action for my community to rise up, come together, and strive for success despite the obstacles we face.
I like you, had to come from up under the basement
Just like you, had Satan tryin' my patience
Still you look at me through jealous eyes
I wish to see all my niggaz rise up
Get that money, put them 9s up
Piggy back out the ghetto 'for times up, niggaz rush
Despite the struggles and doubts of others, I have achieved success and want to inspire my community to do the same, leaving behind the struggles of our past in pursuit of a better future.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: PHARRELL WILLIAMS, GENE THORNTON, TERRENCE THORNTON
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