Cherry Range
RZA Lyrics

Yeah, yo, what up yo?
The singer greets someone in a friendly way.

Nothin', man, hold on Someone beepin' on my other line and shit
The singer is busy and has to take another call.

Nigga, I've seen everything I wanted to see Come on son, yo, in my Range Rover runnin' out this muthafucka and shit I be there in ninety minutes, aight, I make a stop Aight, peace, one-one
The singer has everything he needs and is leaving to go somewhere in his Range Rover, but has to make a stop along the way.

I'm up in the Cherry Range, drivin' fast through heavy rains My mind's on everything, my Wiz, my seed, the five pounds of weed My dog got bagged with tryin' to sling in D.C. My cell phone rings off the hook: "brrring!" "Kinetic 9: Yo, what's the word, king?"
The artist is driving through heavy rain in his Range Rover and is thinking about his family, his contraband, and his friend who recently got caught selling drugs in D.C.

Duckin' lights, B.S. And problems, pushin' through Holland Tunnel Tryin' to avoid getting caught up in the funnel 'Cause in the jungle, sometimes you gotta rumble With the, the Beez That's why we study degrees And keep our third eye open for c-cypher punks Will bag you for a blunt and lock you up for a month You've seen Bird? You had beef with that chump And I heard he came home from a two-year slump
The artist is trying to avoid trouble as he drives through the Holland Tunnel and the dangerous world he lives in. He and his friends are well-educated and aware of the dangers, such as being arrested for small amounts of drugs. They discuss an enemy they've had trouble with in the past and hear he is back in town.

Yeah, I heard, I got the pump in the trunk And when I see that crab, I'm a dump in his lump 'Cause niggas ain't shit but welfare cheese With their food stamp bitches and their coupon seeds Frontin' with their platinum like they're O's and G's When faced with the Gat, niggas pose and freeze And melt like snow on my windshield, that windmills In my mind spin, they give skin chills Yo, son, we gotta make them deals For ten mill's so we can pay them bills, yo
The singer plans to harm his enemy and criticizes those who rely on government assistance. He sees these people as posing and pretending to be rich, but are really poor. The singer has to focus on making money to pay his bills.

You want to eat how we want to eat, live how we want to live Be what we want to be, give what we want to give Say what we want to say, play how we want to play Teach what we want to teach, do what we gotta do Eat how we want to eat, live how we want to live Be what we want to be, give what we want to give Say what we want to say, play what we want to play Teach what we gotta teach, lay where we want to lay Do what we gotta do, eat how we want to eat Live how we gotta live, be what we want to be Give what we gotta give, say what we want to say Play anywhere we play, teach where we gotta reach Do what we gotta do, lay where we want to lay Stay where we want to stay, pay who we want to pay And get our record played, on the radio Airwaves, without havin' to pay the fuckin' D.J.!
The singer wants the freedom to live life on their own terms, say what they want, and make music that is played on the radio without having to bribe DJs.

Say what you want to say, do what you want to do Eat how you want to eat, be what you want to be Live how you want to live, give what you want to give Play where you want to play, stay where you want to stay Say what you want to say, do what you want to do Eat how you want to eat, be what you want to be Live how you want to live, give what you want to give Play where you want to play, stay where you want to stay
The artist encourages others to live life on their own terms and do what makes them happy.