Artist: PRhyme f/ Novel (Summmer of '96)
Album:  PRhyme 2
Song:   Sunflower Seeds
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
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?) OK
Aight, well hold these sunflower seeds, I'ma go in

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Guess who's bizack?
The best two that's gon' ever do it, don't need no Metro or Neptune's 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 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 (vroom)
My momma told me "Try to enjoy it
Take you a vitamin boy and stick to your diet and tour 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 (yeah)
And beware of those who appear to be dyin to meet you (uh-huh)
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 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 'round 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

[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 doggy 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 jaguar, that one is Steve McQueen
I flip on a rapper, quick as Christopher could finish up a trap on a beat machine
I'll 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 niggaz eat sushi, sausage and fondue
The drum Dilla like Ma Duke
The Hummer red and it come on top of giant-sized shoes like clown suits (come on)
That rifle rightfully mine too
It might just heat up from the field in the clutch, like when Mike and LeBron shoot

[Chorus]

[Outro: Novel] + (Royce Da 5'9")
And IIIIIII, I grew up in the streets
One man (one man) one house (one house) one love (one love)
Livin in the ghetto you get one chance (you get one chance)
You know I keep the piece and my sunflower seeds in the other hand
And po-po out here shootin niggaz, yeah they tryna kill the brother man
And IIIIIII, I grew up in the streets
One man (one man) one house (one house) one love (one love)
Livin in the ghetto you get one chance
You know I keep the piece and my sunflower seeds in the other hand