The Hood Internet

40 Years of Hip-Hop

by The Hood Internet

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I said a hip, hop
I let my tape pop
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
And you don't stop
You don't stop!
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
I've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac's sold
Like whoa, like dough, light 'dro, nitro
And if you don't know, now you know
You know I got soul
Oh! (4x)
Yeah! (5x)
I pulled up to the house
In my six-four
Oh snap! Guess what I saw?
Standing on the front stoop hanging out the windows
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
I jumped out the ride and said "wassup?"
Designated driver take the keys to my truck
Pour lean in my cup
Get nice, split the blunt up
Come on everybody let's get ...
Get the fuck up
Uh huh. Now, what y'all wanna do?
So what you wanna do?
What you gonna do?
Gonna be a baller (be ballers), shot caller (shot callers)
I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her
I was like, good gracious - ass is bodacious
And I approach baby like
Hi, my name is (chka-chka-chka)
Last name ever, first name greatest
I've been spending hundreds since they had small faces
C-notes by the layers, true fucking players
Base in the space means peace, see ya later
Funky fresh and yes, cold on my feet
My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
When these streets keep callin', heard it when I was sleep
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, my city, mobbing in the street
This is my part, nobody else speak
Oh (choir)
Uh huh, baby, yeah yeah
Uh huh, uh huh, uh
Hey, wait, wait a minute!
Pooh, stop this shit!
First lemme hop out the
Sister, brother, son
Show stopper, flow proper, head knocker, beat scholar
Girl, I wanna waller
In the back of my Impala
I know you ain't a pimp, but, pimp, remember what I taught ya
I'm the boss!
(I'm a boss!)
I still represent Swisha
(I call the costs)
Who shot Biggie Smalls if we don't get them
They gone get us all! (Ayy!)
And you know how we ball (Ayy!)
Ridin' in shiny cars (Ayy!)
With no regard for the law
We dodge 'em like, "Fuck 'em all!"
Smokin' out, pourin' up, keep that lean up in my cup
You leave your drank around me, believe your drank gonna get drunk up
Can't you hear the music's pumpin' hard like I wish you would?
You's a superstar, boy
Why still up in the hood?
Ooh-ooh-ooh (And we back)
I'm good!
One! Two! Three!
Back on the scene, crispy and clean
It was all a dream
It wasn't even close to Halloween
When the MC's came, to live out the name
Went solo and they ass
But it's still the same
OK, first things first I'll eat your brains
Eating wack rappers alive, shittin' out chains
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
Look homie, I done came up, and I ain't changed
Aww yeah!
Yeah! (6x)
Hold up
I don't mean to hold you up but I got something to say
Gimme the mic so I can take it away
Players haters get away
Or my lead will spray
Because this type of shit, it happens every day
And I will never stop
Because I just can't quit
Mayonnaise-colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips
Now gather 'round, I'm the new fool in town
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Get down! Down!
I came to get down
Get down, girl, go head, get down
I get money, money I got
Rock the needle that'll make your body rock
To the...tic-toc, you don't stop!
I told you I'm just like a clock, when I tick and I tock
To the beat, y'all, and it don't stop
Cause who I'm talkin' 'bout, y'all, is Hip Hop

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