Lyrics:
Tennessee
And didn't know hip-hop was in us
To all my vets in the game, I got love; stay on your toes
'Cause back in the days, I used to use your 4-5
Can't feel a thang. Maybe I'll fly
Hop in the whip. Let's take a trip. Baby let's ride
She like my drip. Hand on her hip. Baby let's slide
Baby you fine.
Back up bitch, don't even try
I am that motherfucker, been the coldest
Why you on that? No one know us
Overdosed on what dope is (yeah)
Hip-hop shit
to act grown and old so the respect'll be shown
A hip-hop a little pop and the breakdancin
When niggaz wore windbreakers plot to take lambskins
Remember
whatever for me
Got my back like scoliosis when I'm handling mine
Find it hard though to manage my time
Between examining rhymes, without severing my
so wild you'd think we're fucking African
Mix in the blues with a little hip hop
Add some FreakyStyley to make you mouth drop
You know the phrase chug
hoe, with the dough
Hop right back in the Rover
Rocking Jordan 11's, shawty pull up in the Demon
4AM got that beat turned up in studio session
Got that
that she move, her denim amiri
Channel on her shoes, channel number 9
She got on perfume feeling like drake cause she getting views
Walk in the back
on the team
I'm hip-hop, like Big Pop'
It was all a dream
I'm representin' for the low
And niggas call me Heem
Every verse like good coke
All the balls be clean
and hip hop needs that
Hands in the air if you're out in the crowd
Get into pairs if you came to get down
Don't have a partner? Then, join any roster
You
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
From ring tones she sing my songs at the karaoke
She call me baby all day like I'm Bryan Williams
The new hip-hop landlord I'm 'bout to buy
Now all I need is you right by my side
I just copped a lot baby I ain’t gonna lie
I just copped a sum now I’m flying through the sky
I got a ten, I got
pop goes the weasel (the weasel)
Drop drop goes the easel (the easel)
This is hip hop for the people
Stop callin it emo (waah)
I know a kid who thinks
could a rapper look this dapper?
Just a country boy that hops up out the truck with lots of swagger
Four Five on my right hip, left hip got a dagger
Right
round trip tickets
Me and Joe Jitz about to hit 6 digits
Yo I'ma live it, you watch
Mix the hip-hop with the shooby dooby doo wop
Ollie in the who's hot,
cop back
Is it ya motion causing all this commotion?
Forget niggaz you even got bitches approaching
Who am I? I'm just a kid from the Bronx
If you
And forth between hip-hop and pop the
Way Taylor Swift can no longer go back
And forth between country and pop
A few days earlier
She'd been in Los Angeles
Eazy
Front seat big enough to play Parcheesi
Vinyl seat, in the sun it's burnin' hot
Speakers bumpin' to Sir Mix-a-Lot
I got the fastest Camaro in
Hip hop to me Re boxing to Roy Jones Jr.
The genuine, search and you'll find
That on the microphone I can handle mine
Here's a view to a kill
back
Sweet with the rock when I get in the game
She throw it over here i'ma lay that
I got a new one her last was a lame
Catching baby signs, like
(who's bad?)
You're the baddest in the room, baby (who's bad?)
You're the baddest in the room (who's bad?)
Locked eyes, got me hypnotized by you, baby
Crack Babies
Ive been chillin wit her lately
Tell me to hop off you gon have to make me
Bruh ew dont call me baby
Dat Girl crazy she got rabies
She wanna
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
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