Lyrics:
Now fifty years down the line, we gon' all look back
And say that hip-hop, in 1995 was wack
But then we gots it back on tracks
And by the year
to go down
Runnin' one on one and only hip-hop bound
Yo Tariq (whassup?) How your micraphone sound?
(It sound tight) well aight, show 'em what it's
To my hip hop niggas
Ya don't stop
To my niggas in the street
Ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin money
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't
on my +Lox+
+Money, Power, Respect+, still on my licks
I get the whole crowd wet
Betcha bottom dollar, we top dollar, Rotweiller
Hip-hop scholars, disc
seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops
Me
LA, LA
Real rap, real hip-hop
Big city of dreams
From some real niggas
It's like a jungle sometimes
Hahaha, really, really though, for real
within ya
From out of this collision
The central cord became thick enough to trap its own light and bring vision
Each drop full of Hip Hop energy
Balanced
a profession my nigga
It's called hip-hop since Pac was on gridlock
Me against the world every hour
Every second my nigga
You want something, get something
I
and back
Hip-hop's Maurice Green the way
I'm running tracks
Man who could fuck with that, fam nobody
Gotdamn so hot, he got fans all on him, ahk
I said it
thang)
(It feels good, yeah) Naughty, Naughty
Hey, ever since back in the day
From, "O.P.P." down to, "Hip Hop Hooray"
Who invented party anthems
My vision began in borderland
Just a little man listening to Pharaoh and Shaba am Sadiq
Just a hip hop geek with Pioneer speakers at my feet
Hoping
Bars is back! It was written in the stars
The realest bars will not be written by the stars
And the flow needs no correction
I deliver without F'n up;
me clues when I was scrounging for answers
Through their street poetry I found my escape
Hip Hop called to me I was bound to embrace
This art form
for answers
Through their street poetry I found my escape
Hip Hop called to me I was bound to embrace
This art form and I watched my world slowly expand
Movin' at a different pace, cause we all hold heat
When shit hits the fan, we don't call police
Judged by your peers, hold court in the streets
Hop out,
[Chorus]
So I gotta get lifted! All night yea, yea!
(Hip Hop business lift up America)
keep me lifted
(Hip Hop business lift up America)
So I gotta
of hip-hop aging gracefully, I
Hope to thank them one day for paving the way for me, and
Having me as a guest in a genre not made for me
As cliche as it is,
contre tous comme ahmadinejad
Moi et mon style nucléaire
Je ne rappe pour les ménagères
Type Amandine et Jeanne
Le hip hop c'est un film porno gay
Il y
betcha go hip hop, hurray or hurrah
But the ahhs and ohhs is my kind of news
Pop your tape in, put your car in cruise
I never heard
to go down
Runnin' one on one and only hip-hop bound
Yo Tariq (whassup?) How your micraphone sound?
(It sound tight) well aight, show 'em what it's
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick Hip Hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten
stations, jails and cemeteries
Thug life
Turnin hip hop into a one stop shop
Somebody behind
Makin up your own damn mind
Signed , sealed delivered
In
Thug life
Turnin' hip hop into a one stop shop
Somebody behind
Makin' up your own damn mind
Signed, sealed delivered
In a nigger package
So dumb
turn green
Your marriage is a cover up, 'cause you use Vaseline
Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed
Knowing damn well that bad
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