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Hood Hop

J-Kwon

Hood Hop

2004

mouth 'til the album drop (why's that?)
TrackBoy beat like a freak, work a king on the block
I'm seventeen, name ain't same on the block
And beat

the way I'm going how the fuck you stopping me
When this album drop I don't see nobody hot as me damn
Brandon you gotta go harder
Yeah promiseland in sight

at the parking lot
Yeah we made out I done come a long yeah

Never had non
Pass on my nigga the blunt
Nigga don't function
Gang gang niggas a lot
Hopping I'm gone

Woo, I didn't see you there
It's a sincere pleasure to be
Back with you all
From sunny Wells, Maine to wherever you are

(Gotta get) By, so I'm

I didn't like that
For real
Yeah, people like Priddy Ugly cannot rap.
I don't think anybody has listened to Priddy Ugly's music or an album and then

feet
Kapeesh?
I defy the feat by defecating on beat
Fuck how you feel i've got an oral fixation
With spitting liquefied razors
So ill that they cut

But pay your ties times money, I divise wise cunning little plans
To withstand when cats drive by funny
Like I ain't got what he got, I don't play that

I was blinded by the light from above 
You were singin' like a drunken dove 
Flyin' fast through the pourin' rain
Don't deny what you can't explain

turned around and hoe'd me
Left me by my lonely, I ain't stressin', bitch, I'm straight
Maxo Kobe, switch my number, had to leave that Section 8
I threw

Sensitive

Brother Ali

Plays, Strays & Stays: A Rhymesayers 2018 [Recap]

2018

just wanna grow privately, be free a minute
Plus my soul don't always have peace within it
I tell the truth, but I can see that I'm conceded with it
I

finish
I lose in 2K games by double digits
My girl yell at me she say "Do the dishes"
You not my momma nor my daddy don't be tellin' me shit
Then I go

not ultra-violet
I feel like Bradley Cooper trying find me a silver lining
And I don't need a, suit or tie to keep me alive
I just need a good ass crew

the pot (whip)
Might take 50 out the stash to go and purchase a watch (ah-ha)
Don't give a fuck about no nigga, we'll go murder your pops (ah-ha)
Put his

I kinda feel I don't get my just due
I say y'all trippin'
They say "it's just you"
I just chuckle, cause I'mma wait for my time
And I'mma blow

X.O.

The Luniz

Original Gangstas

1996

up my drunk a lot high
You get the drunk talk, dick feelin right, right, right
All I need is X.O. to set me in
Bitch I don't need yo pussy fought by

hope you go and trip 
See you next fall
I'd pick you up
But that's not really my call
Not really my fault
You're not being what you wanna be called
Sound

call him eight,
How many hits until they bust trey d head,
I don’t know shit,
Probably eight, 
Closed casket

Wait till I get the lo,
I’m tryin kick

a muse
They ask when the album coming it's coming in soon
But I I cannot lose

I'm not sure I won't go where the hype go
Where does time go I don't know

nails i’m white and I’m corny
I’m Industry’s Saved by the Bell
My neighbour so far away
She don't see when I check the mail
My homie a magician
He turn

Black love
I don't gotta explain too much
My folks got my back like no one does
Something bout loving you in our native tongue
Opens up possibilities

alone
She says she wanna get DP'd by Dikulz and Z
She told me she want Bishop to dress up like
Capt hook and take the bitch to sea
When I walked in

Rap's behemoth
Check the tracks the whole album steaming
Passion gleaming, pass the seasoning
They wanted a plate so I had to feed em
Now I have em

It later when I'm elderly
I thought by now, I'd stop rappin'
But I just made too much of
Profit off it to stop it, it has to happen
Got

slowing, I get it like I was told to get it
Talk so much shit, you'd think I must be rollin' in it
Funny, they don't know you get money 'til you're posin'