Sunflower Seeds
PRhyme feat. Novel Summer of '96 Lyrics
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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, I'm going in
Guess who's bizack, the best 2 that's gon' ever do it
Don't need no metro or Neptune's trizack
Now they ridin' 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 havin' a nice time
So when I drive I try to ride slower than Heinz pourin'
My mama told me to try to enjoy it
Take you a vitamin boy and stick to your diet and tore it
Keep risin' and soarin', don't put your mind on the evil
Keep your eye on the people who would kill just to be by you
And beware of those who appear to be dyin' to meet you
Let your therapy be The Bible and let yourself just be legendary
And just continue to keep on helpin' the less fortunate
Not for no fuckin' 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 drugs (true)
Wherever I go, whoever I'm with, I'm met with hugs (true)
While all you rappers gettin' extorted, in debt with thugs
I'm ridin' around in a Maserati 'bout to go to McDonald's eatin' sunflower seeds (laidback)
But still I spit the shell out the window
Still I spit the shell out the window
Now that I'm livin' 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
I will spit these out a Gallardo, then peel off laughin' like Ricky Ricardo
Go to your lady home and spit a whole bag of sunflower seeds out on her marble
Floor, oh no I didn't
I kill the fish and put wings on the dog for you treatin' me like I don't, don't know fly bitches
Nickel, I'm 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 goin' platinum with features mean
I am the absolute shit I actually speak latrine, PRhyme 2
All day you hear UZI, choppers and nines too
All day you niggas 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
Ridin' around in a Maserati 'bout to go to McDonald's eatin' sunflower seeds (laidback)
But still I spit the shell out the window
I spit the shell out the window
Now that I'm livin' well all I remember is all I could afford was sunflower seeds (laidback)
But I still I spit the shell out the window
Still I spit the shell out the window
And I, I grew up in the streets
One man (one man), one heart (one heart), one love (one love)
Livin' 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 shootin' niggas, yeah they tryna kill the brother man
And I, I grew up in the streets
One man (one man), one heart (one heart), one love (one love)
Livin' 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
The song "Sunflower Seeds" by PRhyme feat. Novel is a reflection of their journey towards success. The lyrics are symbolic of their humble beginnings and how they never forget where they come from. The song tells a story of two men who started from scratch, and have now made it big; they are riding around in a Maserati and indulging in sunflower seeds. The line "But still I spit the shell out the window" is a metaphor for not getting lost in their newfound success and fame and remaining grounded.
The song speaks about the importance of holding on to one's roots and acknowledging the people who contributed to the journey. It also reflects on the trials and tribulations of growing up in disadvantaged neighborhoods and the harsh realities of life outside of that bubble. This song is a reminder that success comes with humility and staying true to oneself.
Line by Line Meaning
Guess who's bizack, the best 2 that's gon' ever do it
We are back and we are the best, no one can compete with us
Don't need no metro or Neptune's trizack
We don't need popular producers or beats to make hit records
This is what you call alcoholic recordin', flawless guitar rifts
Our music is high quality and we put a lot of effort into it, despite any personal struggles we may have
Now they ridin' with us for sure in the Audi or this Ferrari
Our success has gained us a lot of fans and they're even willing to ride with us in luxury cars
Time flies when you havin' a nice time
Having fun makes time go by quickly
So when I drive I try to ride slower than Heinz pourin'
I drive carefully to savor the moment and avoid danger
My mama told me to try to enjoy it
My mother advised me to enjoy life
Take you a vitamin boy and stick to your diet and tore it
Take care of yourself physically and mentally to stay healthy and strong
Keep risin' and soarin', don't put your mind on the evil
Focus on positive things and keep striving towards your goals
Keep your eye on the people who would kill just to be by you
Beware of those who may want to harm you for their own gain
And beware of those who appear to be dyin' to meet you
Be cautious of those who seem overly eager to meet you
Let your therapy be The Bible and let yourself just be legendary
Find solace and guidance in the Bible and strive to be remembered as a legend
And just continue to keep on helpin' the less fortunate
Do good deeds for those in need without expecting recognition
Most important lesson I learned was just to love (true)
The most important thing I've learned in life is to love others
Most of my aggression was extra liquor and just the drugs (true)
My previous aggressive behavior was due to excessive alcohol and drug consumption
Wherever I go, whoever I'm with, I'm met with hugs (true)
I am loved and welcomed everywhere I go
While all you rappers gettin' extorted, in debt with thugs
While other rappers are struggling financially due to being taken advantage of, we are doing well
I will spit these out a Gallardo, then peel off laughin' like Ricky Ricardo
I will throw my sunflower seed shells out of my expensive car and drive off joyfully
Go to your lady home and spit a whole bag of sunflower seeds out on her marble
I will go to your lady's home and throw a bag of sunflower seed shells on her pristine marble floors to show disrespect
I kill the fish and put wings on the dog for you treatin' me like I don't, don't know fly bitches
I will go to extreme measures to get revenge on someone who disrespected me
Nickel, I'm back in the prime of things
I am back at the top of my game
2 jackas this one is tabular, that one is Steve McQueen
Comparing us to two iconic figures
I flip on a rapper quick as Christopher could finish up a trap on a beat machine
I can out-rap and respond faster than most other rappers
I pull out a full metal jacket, show you exactly what goin' platinum with features mean
I will show you exactly what it means to go platinum with my musical collaborations
I am the absolute shit I actually speak latrine, PRhyme 2
I am amazing and my rhymes are dirty (in a good way)
All day you hear UZI, choppers and nines too
There's a lot of violence and weaponry present in modern rap music
All day you niggas eat sushi, sausage and fondue
There's a lot of luxury and indulgence present in modern rap culture
The drum Dilla like Ma Duke, the Hummer red and it come atop giant sized shoes like clown suits
The drum beat is inspired by J Dilla (a well-respected producer), our Hummer car is flashy and reminiscent of clown shoes
The rifle rightfully mine too, it might just heat up from the field
The gun is legally mine and it may become hot from usage
In the clutch like when Mike and LeBron shoot
Performing exceptionally well under pressure, like basketball players Michael Jordan and LeBron James
And I, I grew up in the streets
I come from a rough background
One man (one man), one heart (one heart), one love (one love)
I live by the principle of being independent, having compassion, and spreading love
Livin' in the ghetto you get one chance (you get one chance)
Growing up in a poor area only gives you one opportunity to make something of yourself
You know I keep a piece and my sunflower seeds in the other hand
I carry a gun for protection and also enjoy snacking on sunflower seeds
And Po-Po out here shootin' niggas, yeah they tryna kill the brother man
Police officers are killing black men and it's a dangerous situation
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Alonzo Stevenson, Anthony Markeith Reid, Chris Martin, Ryan Montgomery
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Justin Jenkins
Yo I like this one
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, I'm going in
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Guess who's bizack, the best two that's gon' ever do it
Don't need no Metro or Neptunes trizack
This is what you call alcoholic recordin', flawless guitar riffs
Now they ridin' 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 havin' a nice time
So when I drive I try to ride slower than Heinz pourin'
My mama told me to try to enjoy it
Take you a vitamin, boy, and stick to your diet and tour it (harder)
Keep risin' and soarin', (harder) don't put your mind on the evil
Keep your eye on the people who would kill just to be by you
And beware of those who appear to be dyin' to meet you
Let your therapy be The Bible and let yourself just be legendary
And just continue to keep on helpin' the less fortunate
Not for no fuckin' 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 drugs (true)
Wherever I go, whoever I'm with, I'm met with hugs (true)
While all you rappers gettin' extorted, in debt with thugs
[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]
I'm ridin' around in a Maserati 'bout to go to McDonald's
Eatin' sunflower seeds (laid back)
But I still'll spit the shell out the window
Still'll spit the shell out the window (whattup doe)
Now that I'm livin' well all I remember is
All I could afford was sunflower seeds (laid back)
But I still'll spit the shell out the window
Still'll spit the shell out the window
[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
I will spit these out a Gallardo
Then peel off laughin' like Ricky Ricardo
Go to your lady home and spit a whole bag of sunflower seeds
Out on her marble... floor, oh no I didn't
I killed the fish and put wings on the doggie
For treatin' me like I don't, don't know fly bitches
Nickel, I'm back in the Preem of things
Two jackets, this one is dapper, that one is Steve McQueen
I flip on a rapper
Quick as Christopher could finish up a track on a beat machine
I pull out a full metal jacket
Show you exactly what goin' platinum with features mean
I am the absolute shit, I actually speak latrine, PRhyme 2
All day, you hear Uzi choppers and nines too
All day you niggas eat sushi, sausage, and fondue
The drum dealer like Ma Duke, the Hummer red
And it come on top of 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 5'9"]
Ridin' around in a Maserati 'bout to go to McDonald's
Eatin' sunflower seeds (laid back)
But I still'll spit the shell out the window
Still'll spit the shell out the window
Now that I'm livin' well all I remember is
All I could afford was sunflower seeds (laid back)
But I still'll spit the shell out the window
Still'll spit the shell out the window
[Outro: Novel & Royce da 5'9"]
And I, I grew up in the streets
One man (one man)
One heart (one heart)
One love (one love)
Livin' 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 shootin' niggas
Yeah they tryna kill the brother man
And I, I grew up in the streets
One man (one man)
One heart (one heart)
One love (one love)
Livin' in the ghetto you get one chance
You know I keep a piece and my sunflower seeds
In the other hand
CRT6.5*2
This, this is the old school Premier that I remember. And this duo has had my interest since "Boom" back in 1999.
Cold GenuineDraft
Craft XIII exactly this track
wexfordrob
This is my favourite track from these 2 so far. Love it👌
Joe Pecora
I love this fuckin song! Perfect driving song too. Brings me old school vibes. Love Preem and Royce!
Nico S
Very nice, prhyme is very genius. Different from Preemo usual beats but too dope. Still waiting Prhyme 3 and always in vinyl. Respect to tha great preemo and 59
Justin Jenkins
Yo I like this one
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, I'm going in
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Guess who's bizack, the best two that's gon' ever do it
Don't need no Metro or Neptunes trizack
This is what you call alcoholic recordin', flawless guitar riffs
Now they ridin' 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 havin' a nice time
So when I drive I try to ride slower than Heinz pourin'
My mama told me to try to enjoy it
Take you a vitamin, boy, and stick to your diet and tour it (harder)
Keep risin' and soarin', (harder) don't put your mind on the evil
Keep your eye on the people who would kill just to be by you
And beware of those who appear to be dyin' to meet you
Let your therapy be The Bible and let yourself just be legendary
And just continue to keep on helpin' the less fortunate
Not for no fuckin' 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 drugs (true)
Wherever I go, whoever I'm with, I'm met with hugs (true)
While all you rappers gettin' extorted, in debt with thugs
[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]
I'm ridin' around in a Maserati 'bout to go to McDonald's
Eatin' sunflower seeds (laid back)
But I still'll spit the shell out the window
Still'll spit the shell out the window (whattup doe)
Now that I'm livin' well all I remember is
All I could afford was sunflower seeds (laid back)
But I still'll spit the shell out the window
Still'll spit the shell out the window
[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
I will spit these out a Gallardo
Then peel off laughin' like Ricky Ricardo
Go to your lady home and spit a whole bag of sunflower seeds
Out on her marble... floor, oh no I didn't
I killed the fish and put wings on the doggie
For treatin' me like I don't, don't know fly bitches
Nickel, I'm back in the Preem of things
Two jackets, this one is dapper, that one is Steve McQueen
I flip on a rapper
Quick as Christopher could finish up a track on a beat machine
I pull out a full metal jacket
Show you exactly what goin' platinum with features mean
I am the absolute shit, I actually speak latrine, PRhyme 2
All day, you hear Uzi choppers and nines too
All day you niggas eat sushi, sausage, and fondue
The drum dealer like Ma Duke, the Hummer red
And it come on top of 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 5'9"]
Ridin' around in a Maserati 'bout to go to McDonald's
Eatin' sunflower seeds (laid back)
But I still'll spit the shell out the window
Still'll spit the shell out the window
Now that I'm livin' well all I remember is
All I could afford was sunflower seeds (laid back)
But I still'll spit the shell out the window
Still'll spit the shell out the window
[Outro: Novel & Royce da 5'9"]
And I, I grew up in the streets
One man (one man)
One heart (one heart)
One love (one love)
Livin' 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 shootin' niggas
Yeah they tryna kill the brother man
And I, I grew up in the streets
One man (one man)
One heart (one heart)
One love (one love)
Livin' in the ghetto you get one chance
You know I keep a piece and my sunflower seeds
In the other hand
Syntaj
this beat will be a classic let alone the track
DJ originAL
Added it to my 'new' playlist, people need to be up on this.
B L
Fucking DOPE. Royce my main mc. The GOAT.
Charlie Sanchez
This is what you hear when you go to heaven.