Lyrics:
gear worn by so-called thugs
had him hanging out in fucked up clubs
he lost his glow, only 17 addicted to blow
[hip hop hip hip hop hip]
hip hop started
"Give it up for rita wilson"
Hip hop hooray, ho
Hey, ho, hey, ho
Hey, ho
You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn't make my day
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
Hip Hop hooray, 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
of today
I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray...ho...hey...ho!
Smooth it out now!
of today
I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray...ho...hey...ho!
Smooth it out now!
to Hip Hop so
Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho, smooth it out now
Hip Hop Hooray
by Naughty By Nature
Album : 19 Naughty III
Give it up for Naughty By Nature
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
You drew
the bar, leave the car
And pass out like a fetus in a jar with my feet up to the stars
And dream about that light that leads up to the Lord
I have
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
& 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, hey, ho, smooth it out now
hop
This is hip hop of today
I give props to hip hop so hip hop hooray...ho...hey...ho!
Smooth it out now!
routine player
I'mma go get 'em, mix 'em up like a dealer
Man three is company, b**** call me Jack Tripper
Step up out the club wit a dizzy head
I got
to say what is hip-hop? "I AM!"
Who was the first to produce gangster {shit}?
Put out, gangster hits with a gangster click?
Not no prankster (shit),
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
back dro
Can't get caught in the mix
By these fake trouble cops and
They crooked ass tricks
And uh, hold up yo, niggas rollin' up
For what? I don't know
out by the crowd
And you'll be layin' on the ground gettin' trampled by people dancing
'Til the club closes and clears out, and that's when they see
The hip-hop sound went through stages
Embark on a trip as I flip through pages
This particular part 'bout a bridge on the Hudson
I first got hand by
second-to-none
I'm hollin'
[Chorus]
Yeah, they figured hip-hop's a fad--it would die out quick
But it spread like wild fires, got the whole world lit
get revenge by suckin' dick, bitch, your cutthroat
I'm with three Powerpuff Girls, Mojo Jojo
She like, "That's three-hundred K, nigga, how you broke
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
knock a nigga face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab still open
Won't even get a cab
dicks if you love hip hop
Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up (uh)
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