Lyrics:
is hip hop damn
Part of the fam
I decide whose in my motherfucken clan
Take your pick
Get rich quick
Sift my way though this clip
They say life is
would think hip-hop hates me
Have you read the YouTube comments lately?
"Man, that's gay" gets dropped on the daily
We've become so numb to what we're
cars sex and houses, money and stuff
I'd rather be broke and own nothin but piece of mind
And a Benz, and a house, and a nine-deuce-nine
On top, help me
the cum came
But that's words of Hip Hop?
I popped the bitch top, like a corona
Call a Corina, it's gonna be a lot of black dresses
and chest vest's if
you read or eat, everythin' they feed to ya
Emcees to me, HA, they got lazy lips
I'mma take hip hop back to Eighty-Six
Sage Francis got you thinkin'
This industry is
Fuckin' wit' these kids
Like sex offenders
Niggaz better register the fact
I'm a representer of hip-hop
Say the wrong thing on the track
Where hip hop - it's no longer just a lyrical thing
Tell me, God, where did I go wrong?
This ain't (where I belong)
It's in a place where bad souls
while it's hot, break a sweat
got what you need, pull up, serve and sweats
Good sex, no stress, one boo, no ex
small circle , big checks
Chop came with
kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly
I
Stopped by the spot so I can get somethin to eat
The way I wine and dine people think I do crime
They don't know I'm just a connoisseur of hip hop rhymes
Bob your head
Bob your head
As we bop on
To the break of dawn..
The non-stop hip-hop bop
Takes you on down
To the last, STOP!! "ruff, ruff
they begin to threat
A nigga blessed with hip hop so i ain't even sweat
Make her hips rock, dip, pop, stick it in her legs
Her man average, she telling
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
Ride around the city when I’m in a phantom
Say she wanna sex me just because I’m handsome
Don’t you buy that bitch a bag bet she throw a tantrum
I
For the love of hip hop
Yeah
For the love of hip hop
Yo
Tell me what's your outlet
When this world won't let you out it
When your days turn to shit
know the repertoire
Step in my car, let's start the menage-a-trois like Escobar
By far, I'm the best at all sex positions
Forget the kissin', I
know the repertoire
Step in my car, let's start the menage-a-trois like Escobar
By far, I'm the best at all sex positions
Forget the kissin', I
yeah
You call me the best
You call me best bruv
Do you know where
I come from Mapcity
I hit on the street
Always swooping
Till I get myself
autographs by the G's in the in-stores
And then there's oh mad sex and ASCAP checks
So when I, um, plex it, it's me I'm in the beamer or Lexus
Guess which
to just step in here
Check my gear, I got flavour mad hip hop
I could run in the roughest neighbourhood and not get shot
I black out when niggas start
by boatload
They think she my girl but really she my hoe
I'm talking bout money I get it
Shawty bendy hips they flawless
Diamonds shine on me I
The difference between me and you is ya boy real
Precise Music, started my own label
I ain't scared to die I'll cut my own cables
Look, by the vine that you niggas
lines, I just tend to jab it
I can only be myself, like Dick Cavett
So hip hop, I'm Bunny Rabbit
I'm a big dog, and I'm going rabid
Since '21, I've been
the night
Man, fuck hip-hop
I’m not a motherfuckin’ rap star
I don’t have a fucking thing in common with these half-‘tards
Swagger, swag, swag, swagger,
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