Lyrics:
I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
The hip hip hop and you don't stop the rockin'
To the bang-bang, boogie, say up jump the boogie
I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
The hip hip hop and you don't stop the rockin'
To the bang-bang, boogie, say up jump the boogie
gold
her eyes and lips a take ya sold
told my dawgs i'll never fold
but give me that in return
well ninja you live and you learn
some fly some
I said a hip hop,
Hippie to the hippie,
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
I said a hip hop,
Hippie to the hippie,
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
Numb throats and gritty living
Spliff ends no pretty women
Man whippin' in a kitchen
Para fumes got em twitchin'
Gloc live get you fried like
Samantha and her gardening club sitting in the pews
You will be mourned by far more than this
I will sit clenched fist, head held high and lips stitched shut
a lil sage
As a black man by now we should know not to ride with expired tags
Opening new cases and ain't close the last
You can call this one my Hurrian
a black tiger ready to blaze to the fire, live wire
Now I'm rolling through the shires
Blazing the green to get me higher
Now I'm inspired
Putting
Chicky chick ah, we puff the stuff daily
Hey hooray bless the tray lord save me
Take one for you two for me son pay me
89 seven set and let out
the head of black music with a Japanese assistant
What does a Chinese kid know about the rap game? That's a shame
As I see and watch on BET
There's
Dum-diggy, bump Biggie
'Til the landlady holler, get a haircut, hippie
The death knell generator entertain a fresh kill
Breath quelled dressed
Yeah
We the illest the realest to touch these mics
If they feel us they feel us
If not then it's fuck they life
Get it live like Saturday night
a tutor, in fact
I got one in the front and two in the back
And the bitches keep screaming "Odd Future is back"
Black Ted Bundy sick as John Gacy
in Gram-mama basement
Grammy's for Grammy, first placement
I will win
Please do not tempt me, boy, I will spin
Point at your lip and blow your dome
sweet tea
I'm a good old southern boy to a T
But I ain't got a racist bone in me
I'm a hillbilly gangster hippie if you please
A jacked up truck tie died
complimented
I changed my mind on the first line, I’m contradictive
Boujee lookin hippie lookin ass nigga, same time
I’ve been clever since I was born, that was
I dont mind the black smog in the open market
We were looking for a place to eat
We found a side alley filled with smoke
The smell of human flesh,
black Rick fit coming through yeah and i'm stepping like the reaper
Hot ass nigga but i'm coming through yeah and i'm colder than a freezer
I fuck up
play the game by the rules
Can't run my lips
And
I just wanna be the best that I can be
Because, most of my niggas we came poverty
I know they don't
She's a pacifist, sir
She wants us to love the anarchists
The anarchists are calling it rape, sir
The anarchists have got a Queen
Black, multiple legs
Seen so many things in these twenty six years
Some shit occurs it's all a blur all the blood sweat & tears
Most of yall live by fear too concerned
the heat like a pop tart
Lil B, he not rapping for free
My gun like a hippie i'mma spread the peace
He NG i know that he fucked the police
Greatest of all
laces, put down your suitcase listen
Pull back the curtains and crack open the windas
You won't injure your back just pretend that you're black ninjas
You
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