LYRICS
To the people who love hiphop
Hip Hop hooray
...Ho...Hey...Ho
You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn't make my day, Hey!
I'm rockin' and you're yawning
But you never look my way, Hey!
I'm lickin down you darlin'
In every single way, Hey!
Your funny flow is foreign
And a green card's on the way!
This ain't got shit to do with shampoo
But watch your head n shoulder
Brother older bold enough to fold ya yo I told ya
A raid afraid of what I made of
Played a plus funky fit so save ya flips and tricks
For that music and the monkey bit.
Triggas from the Grilltown Illtown
Some ask how it feels now
How the deal is that we're real so we're still around
Don't lamp wit a freestyle phantom ain't tryin' to be handsome
Shrinkin' what ya thinkin' cause I'm vampin'
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop for today
I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray...
Ho...Hey...Ho
You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground
Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round, no!
I wanna know who you're believing through you're funny reasons
Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'
You said I know you're Mr. O.P.P. man yo PP man won't only see me man
You should've known ain't hit it and step
That I was wit it a bit not to consider the Rep Heck!
I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker cause I'm Naughty by Nature
Not cause I hate cha!
You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart
And forgot that I forgave when you had a spark.
You try to act like something really big is missing
Even though my name's graffiti written on your kitten
I love Black women always and disrespect ain't the way
Let's start a family today Hip Hop hooray...ho...hey!
Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray!
There's many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop's hip top today
Swerve what cha heard cause I ain't bailing no hay
Ain't choppin no crops but still grownin ever day!
Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found
From the underground town down the hill
Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns
Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found
Don't know me don't come around.
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Tippy tippy (pause)
Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up
Your style is older than Lou Rawls!
Peace to this one and that one and them
That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend
Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis knew us
You could have crews wit shoes and can't step to us
Some kitty purr I call em sir too
Any trick that diss gets a curfew
I put my projects for boots step through troops and leave proof
My problem solvers name is Mook!
I hittin' woodys in a hoody
Peace to Jesette, Jobete, Jo-Jo, Genae, and every hood gee!
That's right my fight is ill
Peace goes to L.O.N.S. and Quest, Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop of today
I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray...
ho...hey...ho!
Smooth it out now!