1993
Dreamville Lyrics
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These motherfuckers, man, yo (Elite, Elite, Elite)
Check it, yo, check it out, ay
Since 1993
I've been smoking weed, ask about me
Niggas know not to
Oh, wait, niggas know, oh, fuck, ay
(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up, shit)
Uh, I'm drunk at a party, ain't put down my cup
The fuck is my water? I pick this shit up
Then drank all the water and threw this shit up
It's ash in my cup, I'm mad as a muh', huh
I push pack like USPS, you is a b-itch
Ay, yo, yo, shut the fuck, ay
Don't even rap, nigga, you, ay, hold on
Hold the fuck up, nigga
Tell me why you wanna come get high tonight
I only got one reason, I'm top dog tonight
I let the broads borrow my room and I got caught tonight
Drunken partying, slobbering, 'nother sloppy night
Always fight with my mama, but look, on my leave night
I'll call her, when I'm a baller, I promise that I'ma score you
Until then, I'ma ignore you, it's nothing personal (sorry)
I'm just tryna fuck a couple girls and go
Can't do that while I'm on the phone
I'm not a mother's boy, I'm a motherfucker
Ay, ay, ay, hold on, hold on, nigga
Can I smoke? Can I smoke? Can I smoke, nigga?
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up, shit)
Yeah
Sittin' sideways, side steppin' side bitches
Side eyes, light skin, need stitches, mind your business
You're slurring, my baby, you're surfing, no turfing
My girl drippin', dirty whispers in my ear
I don't mumble
A-B-C your way up out the convo
Lookin' for sluts, oh? I know a couple
Bro, bro, bro, bro, ay, bro, bro, bro, bro
Ay, nigga, come on, like
Nigga, stop rapping, start passing
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) like can I? Nigga
(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up) bro, bro
(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up, shit)
Look, okay the weed so strong it got me stressed
The stress so strong it got me weed
I'm so on, it threw me off (yeah)
I'm throwed off, yes indeed
I threw up after my threesome
On my threads, had to leave the crime scene like criminals do
She wanna come to my crib and give me a genital smooch
Typical, typical, get the piccolo, skididdle, skedaddle
I sling peen like a lasso
That mean king save the queen from the castle
I grab the saddle
Prisoner to prescription, it's changed, jackal, Jack Daniels
Shawty tryna tell me
Motherfucker, ay, didn't I say? Nigga, ay
We can't rap, nigga, we smoking weed
Stop rappin', nigga, this is not a rap session
We gettin' high
If I smoke a blunt right now
I'ma be on 285 with my pants pulled down
Around my ankles
Still no stranger to the blunt smoke, gun smoke
You niggas don't want smoke
No guts like that Swisher we just smoked
We cutthroat, niggas (hold, hold on, hold on)
Wait, w-w-w-wait
W-w-w-wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold on, wait, wait, wait, wait, ay, wait
Shh, shh, shh
Wait, wait, wait, okay, Watson, Watson, stop
'Cause this nigga J. Cole, he done grew some dreads
He think he smoke now
Pass the blunt, nigga, stop rappin'
That's the end of the song, nigga
This the end of the session, we goin' home
I just called my Lyft
I just wanna call the, I mean hit the blunt, I mean
Let me try one more time
The song 1993, by Dreamville, is a rowdy ride through a party. The singer reminisces about party moments, including hard drinking, weed-smoking, and casually sleeping around. The tone is unapologetic about the singer's indulgences, and he proudly raps about them. Through revelry, the singer also hints at a tension-filled relationship with his mother, a subtext in his lyrics. In lines like "Always fight with my mama, but look, on my leave night, I'll call her, when I'm a baller, I promise that I'ma score you," we see that his pursuits may also be driven by a desire to succeed so he can make amends with his family. The overall message of the song is the importance of seizing the moment and enjoying life.
Line by Line Meaning
Since 1993
The singer has been smoking weed for a long time.
I've been smoking weed, ask about me
The singer is known for smoking weed; people know this about him.
Niggas know not to
People know not to mess with the singer when he's high on weed.
I'm drunk at a party, ain't put down my cup
The artist is drunk and holding onto his cup at a party.
The fuck is my water? I pick this shit up
The artist is looking for his water and picks up a cup, but realizes it's filled with ash.
Then drank all the water and threw this shit up
The singer mistakenly drinks the ash from the cup and throws it up.
It's ash in my cup, I'm mad as a muh', huh
The singer is frustrated because there's ash in his cup.
I push pack like USPS, you is a b-itch
The artist is a fast worker and efficient, unlike the person he's addressing who is a cowardly person.
Tell me why you wanna come get high tonight
The artist is asking why the person he's addressing wants to smoke weed tonight.
I only got one reason, I'm top dog tonight
The person he's addressing wants to smoke weed to feel powerful tonight.
Always fight with my mama, but look, on my leave night
The singer usually fights with his mother but plans to call her back after the party when he's successful.
I'll call her, when I'm a baller, I promise that I'ma score you
When the artist becomes successful, he promises to take care of his mother and score her nice things.
I'm not a mother's boy, I'm a motherfucker
The singer is not a weak mama's boy but a confident and independent person.
Sittin' sideways, side steppin' side bitches
The singer is sitting sideways and avoiding the advances of other women.
You're slurring, my baby, you're surfing, no turfing
The singer's girl is drunk and stumbling around but still having a good time.
My girl drippin', dirty whispers in my ear
The artist's girl is talking dirty to him and making him aroused.
I sling peen like a lasso
The artist is confident and skilled in his sexual encounters.
That mean king save the queen from the castle
The singer believes that he should protect his girl and treat her like royalty.
If I smoke a blunt right now
The singer is considering smoking a blunt right at that moment.
I'ma be on 285 with my pants pulled down
If the artist smokes a blunt, he knows he'll be high and disoriented on the highway with his pants down.
We cutthroat, niggas
The artist and his crew are ruthless and don't mess around.
This the end of the session, we goin' home
The smoking and partying session is over and it's time to go home.
I just called my Lyft
The singer has requested a Lyft ride home.
I just wanna call the, I mean hit the blunt, I mean
The artist is having trouble expressing that he just wants to smoke weed.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Anthony Parrino, Cody Osagie, Destin Route, Eian Parker, Jermaine Cole, Simmie Sims Iii
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@AceDevil55
Since 1993 I’ve been smoking weed, ask about me
@12Saintsrow
Buddy came in on that track like a nuke
@hanma4166
Bruh cole said that like 100 times on the documentary had me laughing
@thenotoriousmichaeljackson8938
Documentary
@iChopYouDrop
🔥🔥
@CJayFFA
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@jlg5622
This is what Cole was quoting when J.I.D told him to shut up. 😂
@emmanueluribe3685
JLG_ what did he quote
@emmanueluribe3685
JLG_ what did he quote
@tommyali1787
che loco “since 1993, i’ve been smoking weed ask about me”