Lyrics:
America is born with a mic
A full album and a mix tape
If we do it right
If we put a face to Nigerian Hip Hop
We can sell the Nigerian Hip Hop
And that’s
Don't act on a pimp
You got me enticed by the way you rock dem hips
You's a trip, girl, doin' all dem tricks
That's what's up
I like dat shit a lot
Come
pistols in the air
Where my soldiers? My true thug rollers
Yes, it just doesn't quit, yes
This is that real hip-hop shit, yes!
Fuck what you heard
From
Dippin' the four though, double X 3-D Polo
If hip-hop was the league, I'd be the motherfuckin' logo
Your last shit was so-so, you should sign
with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my
style's more foul than a pork chop
I rock the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock
Around the big clock, witta spot, tick-tock
Pin the tail on the jackass, it
these gay rappers are lame!
Turn the page.
Pac. I'm sorry. That you're rolling in your grave.
RIP to Hip hop.
Too far gone now. For it to be saved.
With
thousand without a radio chart hit
Imposterous son is taking the world hostage
Classic hip-hop bombage dirty with style progress
Now I've come from
I got the juice when
They hop out the coupe
When they fuck wit' you
Don't take my picture, nigga
Pops was on the corner, wit' a 40 on my hip
Godzilla
look like they'll pop through beaters
And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater
But ma' I ain't the type to love ya
I'm a triflin', good for
beaters
And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater
But ma' I ain't the type to love ya
I'm a triflin, good for nothin, type a brother
This cute
no-ho-ho
East Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
Time for us to move ahead, no-ho-ho
be -boy hip-hop is dead, no
We must move ahead (x8)
[Verse 2
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
at Gettysburg
Surrounded by the heavy herb
The crowd is more or less wall to wall here, for the pure
Hip hop, how I'm rockin' got them droppin' they jaw
come on, let's do this
Here is a hip-hop track with a new twist
Designed to ignite a subliminal dance fuse
And even if you can't dance, you can't
a year
All of a sudden, ten years later "I hear music"
[Chorus]
"I hear music"
Cool V, give me a drum roll
I can't believe how hip-hop has
front of the light
Shut your eyes quick
International KRS passing through
When you spell Hip-Hop the
H is always capital
Here's what we have to do
It
rotten
Microphone check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true
{"That's all I
remember chillin' with my pistol on the train
I'm sayin' two to this I'm representin' hip-hop
Admit that I'm the man, its time for me to get my props
the rules)
(Hey, stay cool, stay cool)
There it is (Yeah hah hah, stay cool)
Hip-Hop my main bitch, I got a few on the side
The game stitched y'all I'm doin'
got it under control hip-hop is mine
I'm throwin' you niggas signs
I'm makin' you step your game up
Lyrically, see, I came up from nothin'
My back
hip hop
I saw the chart so quickly watched your album flop
I'm Doctor Octo curlin waste tourin rhinos
Liftin horses, throwin cows at your fake
boosting
2-11's with Mac-11's like fuck Hip Hop
Don't wanna be Pun, don't wanna be B.I.G., don't wanna be 'Pac
Just give me your funds, A.K.A. everything
cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules)
(Hey, stay cool, stay cool)
There it is
(Yeah hah hah, stay cool)
Hip-hop my main bitch, I got a few
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