Lyrics:
love to Sylvia Robinson for creating the first platform
The first record label in the world ever dedicated to hip hop
And anybody else that has passed
a real California mack
Like this, like that
I’mma show you where it at
Act right, kick rocks, bitch this hip-hop
Down in the TO, do it like a GO
My mama
you rock my world
You come from Georgia
Where the peaches grow
They drink lemonade
And speak real slow
You love hip-hop
And rock 'n' roll
Dad took off
a given laced by the OGs On Keeping it Pimpin engraved and inscripted like Nas it was Written Hip-Hop in my soul Right Next to that IZM matter fact be be
the Love and Hip Hop episodes always bout a fight?
I'm starting to think the tv got something against the mic
Unless the control is white
And bet for
think I'ma stop
I was hip without hip-hop
Between the lines, I could read the signs
They don't want music
They want songs that'll get
A whole generation
grow
They drink lemonade and speak real slow
You love hip hop and rock n roll
Dad took off when you were 4 years old
There was a good man named Paul
Aiyyo, what the fuck is this shit that y'all are listenin to
Nowadays on the radio man? you call that shit hip-hop?
That's some faggot bitch shit
radio waves
92.1, kiss FM, she used to blaze
In my younger days, dressing for the school days
Yo, kind of love wouldn't disrespect pappa
Hip-hop ain't
Hercules!
Break it down!
Break it down!
Break it down!
Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy
"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm
and me
Yo, yo, check it
It's kind of fresh you listen to more than hip-hop
And I can catch you in the mix from beauty to thrift shop
Plus you shit
ain't hurt no bitch
My heart stay on the run, my love out the mix, I'm sorry lil' baby can't do that shit
We can try but it won't even work, I might do
cunt
Real hip-hop is not what they want
No faux never gon front
Shout out to all my day ones
Brenden and Amo, J-Remy and dem
Rock with my ninjas not
and me
Yo, yo, check it
It's kind of fresh you listen to more than hip-hop
And I can catch you in the mix from beauty to thrift shop
Plus you shit
mary
Edible eating credible medical speaking fellow
My turd scary
Smelling like burnt mary
A word fairy
How did he learn
Where'd he intern
Fern
See they don’t know, that heaven is real
They don’t know if they gon' go there
But amma play my part by sharing the Word
And I don’t care just how
wanted to die
Prolly cause the angel dust was fuckin with my third eye
So I start hip-hop and I understand why Common used to love her
She got me open
show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy
[scratches]
"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting busier
I'm double platinum, I'm watching
souls, rest in peace
That was 1996, we back in the mix
I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit
But everything started
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
block off
Tha Yungstar ain't gone play
I gotsta come thru
Gotta borrow mary j
Gots to pop with tha clear
I bang in your ear
I shed so many tears
I bang R.
block off
Tha Yungstar ain't gone play
I gotsta come thru
Gotta borrow mary j
Gots to pop with tha clear
I bang in your ear
I shed so many tears
I bang R.
back
With no time for refrains I barely got enough time to explain
How hip hop captivated my brain
My mama raised me on soul and beethoven
Sports
Bowl that was legendary
Dr. Dre, Snoop, Em, 50, Kendrick and Mary (salute)
Hip-Hop lit they gon talk about that shit forever
Shout out to Jay-Z, he
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