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of today
I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray...ho...hey...ho! 

Smooth it out now!
of today
I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray...ho...hey...ho! 

Smooth it out now!
gear worn by so-called thugs
had him hanging out in fucked up clubs
he lost his glow, only 17 addicted to blow 
[hip hop hip hip hop hip]
hip hop started
hop so hip hop hooray...ho...hey...ho! 

Smooth it out now!
to say what is hip-hop? "I AM!"
Who was the first to produce gangster {shit}?
Put out, gangster hits with a gangster click?
Not no prankster (shit),
second-to-none
I'm hollin'

[Chorus]

Yeah, they figured hip-hop's a fad--it would die out quick
But it spread like wild fires, got the whole world lit
routine player
I'mma go get 'em, mix 'em up like a dealer
Man three is company, b**** call me Jack Tripper

Step up out the club wit a dizzy head
I got
(Tupac) 
Love tha way you agrivate your hips 
And push your ass out 
Gotta nigga wantin' 
It's so bad 
I'm about to pass out 
Want to dig you 
And I
The hip-hop sound went through stages
Embark on a trip as I flip through pages
This particular part 'bout a bridge on the Hudson
I first got hand by
(Equipto)
Check, Check, Check
Check it out, hip hop iz, all about biz
They tell you, but know that its all for the kids
Or deep down, it's all for
the club, 50 deep flocka body guard
They say Waka Flocka always starting riots
Get money gut mother fuck diet

Everybody know I got a sack man
I got
to uplift
Hip-hop, hip-hop
My voice is like a monster
And now a word from our sponsor

Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten
I gotta
better than y'all
And by the way, rest in peace 'Pac and Biggie Smalls, yeah

This the real hip hop
(Ay, you know we miss you 'Pac and Biggie)
This
outta here
Let me put a little shimmer in your atmosphere

Now let's get outta this town, outta this club
Girl whatever you're sippin' I'ma mix it up
Take
second-to-none
I'm hollin'

[Chorus]

Yeah, they figured hip-hop's a fad, it would die out quick
But it spread like wild fires, got the whole world lit
as Hip-Hop rocks to the break of dawn
Don't nobody leave til six in the morn'
And they all come home like the "Children of the Corn"
Just here to make
you just listen to the man on the mic
You're physically in this with me but how could you tell
If it's meant to be hip-hop if you're not mentally
by tape and page by page, 

When the crowd is moving I compete with the mix 
The rougher the cuts, the rougher the rhyme gets 
Deeper and Deeper, I
outta here
Let me put a little shimmer in your atmosphere

Now let's get outta this town, outta this club
Girl whatever you're sippin' I'ma mix it up
spin your boat around, leave suckers lost in the bay.
You want to play? I'll hook your line to a stingray.
Get out of here with that boat and a stick,
gonna sing, added to this missile
Fusion hip hop with a little ghetto swing
Yo Red, kick the ballistics G

It's the are to the E to the D and what you
could hear some hip hop
But little did we know she meant the house that rocked

The house that rocked(x3)

She was a real flygirl,dressed in leather
the place to be, KRS-One attack
Ya got dropped off MCA cause the rhymes you wrote was wack
So you think that hip-hop had its start out in Queensbridge
If
the place to be, KRS-One attack
Ya got dropped off MCA cause the rhymes you wrote was wack
So you think that hip-hop had its start out in Queensbridge
If
the place to be, KRS-One attack
Ya got dropped off MCA cause the rhymes you wrote was wack
So you think that hip-hop had its start out in Queensbridge
If