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up, " Nicki says
Standing up to count the votes
No one moves "All in favor of ‘All Eyes on
You'?" She is persuasive
Making hip-hop work in the pop world
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
incentive
Is this about you, well, then what's your intention?
What's the intention?
What's the intention?
"Pssst, I totally get it
You're by yourself
a quaver in A major
The people say what they need is a saviour
So take a fruit from the Asymme-tree
Thelonious planted in his day as a seed
The "bop" plant
your tweeter
Every rapper's talkin' 'bout killin' somebody
But they ain't hip-hop to me (check it out)
[Chorus]
This is the hip hip hip
They sho' is blinded by the light!
(Crazy!)
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
Bob
fuel, I'm the GOAT, bitch, not a mule
Life is crazy, life is fast, it's like a race, we hittin' the dash
I see green, hope we don't crash, now we're
The world's about gossip
I'm about profit
You think it's monetary
But it ain't like that
We out here suffering
Forgot what hope is
But that don't
a click from the cam
Movements of the hands
Diverts my attention span
Now I cant
Get what I can
Cause I man, exploited by man
In every occasion
Scammed in
pick up at Game Stop
I had Mattel Intellivision in the crib as a kid
I had to tell my friends that visit what the hell that it is, it isn't
Sega, Coleco,
Protected by my ancestors hey cracka you aint fooling me
What about the Red line call it fed line
Jim Crow creeping up on ya bed Side
Front runner
me what no other could be
Will I now grow old, to forget all those?
Blow off sorrow, goodbye tomorrow
There is no worse than this curse they've
I want the old hip hop, hip hop
Going to the Thrift Shop
I want the old hip hop, hip hop
Going to the Thrift Shop
I want the old hip hop, hip hop
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
So this A&R over at Roc-A-Fella, named Hip
And do what you Love (for the game)
Just for just for hip hop not for rap yo
Love what you do
And do what you Love (for the game)
Just for just for hip
me what no other could be
Will I now grow old, to forget all those?
Blow off sorrow, goodbye tomorrow
There is no worse than this curse they've
Most of my killers got fades or dreads Ima real G standin by what i said
Keep a bad bitch just to lay dine for bed fuck her and go ima leave her on read
The mind such a terrible thing to waste
And I don't even know what to think today
We all got American dreams to chase
Forty acres an a mule they
hoes, I got bad bitches
Yea, Daddy's rich I got their bitches
[Chorus]
Hey where we from, new orleans
Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes
And what we
to the game that put me on the map
You know what I'm sayin'?
I know you love it, the game is so irresistible to touch
You should see me when fienin' for
showing my tattoos
Hoping they never call mama with bad news
Coz she told me I'm surrounded by bad dudes
I told her nothing is ever just what it seems
I
move on the strip
Before you move your lip
Take the tool off your hip
I'll show you how to do this shit
I'll tell you what type of car to buy
What type
barcode
You don't know what my heart holds
Straight fuel take ya bitch from the club
Make her ass a mule
Put some weight on her back make her ass move
She
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