1999
E.Bros Lyrics


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Do crime all the time
With a nickel, play some and a pocket full of dime
Backing up a quarter back in 1999
With the scale low weight but I'm still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Don't get smacked smacked, we on real nigga time

What you doing for this 40 bar?
Bitch quit playing like you don't know the protocol
Pull up, paint look like bowling ball
Doing me, give a fuck about y'all
Put that on everything, swear on my blood
Stab you in the back when I give you a hug
Every other day I'm awake 'til the sun break
Writing that shit got 'em jumping like pump fakes
Catch you on your lunch break, eat your food
How you wanna tell it like the evening news
Can't walk in my shoes, don't flatter yourself
These more your hard bottoms can't tie theyself
You can feel by yourself, you don't need my help
Here's an alligator belt, you can hang yourself
Can't contain myself, goon, just gettin' started
And it's no time left, and it's no time left

Do crime all the time
With a nickel, play some and a pocket full of dime
Backing up a quarter back in 1999
With the scale low weight but I'm still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Don't get smacked smacked, we on real nigga time

Fast forward everything now I can't play
Tongue boys and the man in just one day
Shit moving upstate like it can't delay
Tryna pull in numbers like measuring tapes
Set you straight, take big but I can't wait
Ulake CH from Michigan plates
You can lose everything in a breeze in the wind
Say the sun can't shine 'til the darkness in
No shit Sherlock can put a stick in a pot
He ain't tell me that it's dinner see you missing the plot
Every tick on the clock know to stick to the box
So my cup full with water give respect to the bot
Know I'ma hit the lotto with my player Demarc
Never too late, sun will come up tomorrow
Know I'm hit the lotto, won't play it tomorrow
Never too late, sun will come up tomorrow

Do crime all the time
With a nickel, play some and a pocket full of dime
Backing up a quarter back in 1999
With the scale low weight but I'm still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine




Still weighing mine
Don't get smacked smacked, we on real nigga time

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of E.Bros's song "1999" illustrates the artist's experiences in the criminal world. The line "Do crime all the time with a nickel, play some and a pocket full of dime" indicates that he was involved in illegal activities involving small amounts of money. The next line "Backing up a quarter back in 1999" suggests that he may have been involved in drug dealing in some capacity, supporting a quarterback figure. The following line "With the scale low weight but I'm still weighing mine" implies that he may have been involved in weighing and packaging drugs himself.


The chorus is repeated multiple times, "still weighing mine, don't get smacked smacked, we on real nigga time," it conveys that even today, E.Bros is on the same track with no improvements, and his preferred lifestyle is more or less the same. The verse "Bitch quit playing like you don't know the protocol/Pull up, paint look like bowling ball" implies that the artist is as serious as ever about his ways, and those who doubt him or oppose him will face consequences. In the last section of the lyrics, it appears that the artist is reflecting on his actions and expressing hope for a brighter tomorrow, but he still feels confident in his ability to hit the "lotto" eventually.


Line by Line Meaning

Do crime all the time
I'm involved in criminal activities regularly


With a nickel, play some and a pocket full of dime
Carrying small amounts of money while engaging in petty offenses


Backing up a quarter back in 1999
Supportive of a successful quarterback during good times in the past


With the scale low weight but I'm still weighing mine
I am making less than others, but I am still proud of what I have achieved


Still weighing mine
I'm still proud of what I've achieved, regardless of what others think


Still weighing mine
Emphasizing my achievement, regardless of how little it may seem


Still weighing mine
Stressing the importance of my success despite societal pressure


Don't get smacked smacked, we on real nigga time
Don't mess with me, I'm busy living my life on my own terms


What you doing for this 40 bar?
What are you willing to do for $40?


Bitch quit playing like you don't know the protocol
Don't act ignorant like you don't know what's going on


Pull up, paint look like bowling ball
I'm driving a fancy car with a unique paint job


Doing me, give a fuck about y'all
I'm living my life for myself, not for others


Put that on everything, swear on my blood
I'm very serious about what I'm saying, and I'm willing to put my life on it


Stab you in the back when I give you a hug
I'll pretend to be your friend, but I'll betray you behind your back


Every other day I'm awake 'til the sun break
I'm working hard every alternate day until morning


Writing that shit got 'em jumping like pump fakes
The lyrics I write are so good that they hype up people like fake moves in basketball


Catch you on your lunch break, eat your food
I'll steal your food when you're on a break


How you wanna tell it like the evening news
I'm so good with words that I can spin stories like news anchors


Can't walk in my shoes, don't flatter yourself
Don't think you can handle what I go through, don't fool yourself


These more your hard bottoms can't tie theyself
My expensive shoes are so sophisticated that they don't require laces


You can feel by yourself, you don't need my help
You can see my success, and you don't need me to explain or help you understand it


Here's an alligator belt, you can hang yourself
I'll give you a luxury accessory so expensive that it might lead to your own ruin


Can't contain myself, goon, just gettin' started
I'm so hyped and unstoppable that I'm just getting started


And it's no time left, and it's no time left
There's no time to waste; time is running out


Fast forward everything now I can't play
I can't waste time anymore; I have to move fast


Tongue boys and the man in just one day
I can move up from being a kid to being a man in just one day


Shit moving upstate like it can't delay
Things are moving fast like I don't want them to delay


Tryna pull in numbers like measuring tapes
I'm trying to accumulate more wealth like a measuring tape measures length


Set you straight, take big but I can't wait
I'll be the boss and take charge, but I'll be patient to achieve greatness


Ulake CH from Michigan plates
I'm driving an expensive car with a unique license plate


You can lose everything in a breeze in the wind
You can lose everything quickly and easily, just like a breeze can blow things away


Say the sun can't shine 'til the darkness in
You need to experience the bad to appreciate the good


No shit Sherlock can put a stick in a pot
Even someone as unintelligent as Sherlock Holmes knows how to cook something simple


He ain't tell me that it's dinner see you missing the plot
I didn't realize that it was dinner time because he didn't tell me; I missed the point


Every tick on the clock know to stick to the box
I know that every time the clock ticks, I need to stay committed to what I'm doing


So my cup full with water give respect to the bot
Even my cup, which is seen as less expensive, deserves respect and appreciation like expensive items


Know I'ma hit the lotto with my player Demarc
I know I'll win the lottery with my friend or partner Demarc


Never too late, sun will come up tomorrow
It's never too late to start something new; tomorrow is always a new day


Know I'm hit the lotto, won't play it tomorrow
I know I'll win the lottery, but I won't wait until tomorrow to play


Never too late, sun will come up tomorrow
It's never too late to achieve your dreams as tomorrow is always a chance for a new beginning


Do crime all the time
I'm a lawbreaker frequently


With a nickel, play some and a pocket full of dime
I'm carrying small amounts of money while indulging in petty offenses


Backing up a quarterback in 1999
I was supportive of a successful football player in the past


With the scale low weight but I'm still weighing mine
I'm successful according to my standards despite having lesser wealth than others


Still weighing mine
I'm still proud of what I've earned despite facing societal pressures


Still weighing mine
I'm emphasizing how important my success is to me despite how little it may seem


Still weighing mine
I'm proud of my achievements, and no one can take that feeling away from me


Don't get smacked, we on real nigga time
Don't mess with me; I'm too busy living life on my own terms and in my own way.




Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Written by: Daniel Sewell, Rob Mansel

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