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more peace Police level increase, but what the fuck... I can't breathe, now what's goin on? Illadel-P-H-I-A Hell One minute you alive, the next,
(massage) In the P.H., just me and my niggas we alright (alright) On the P.J., sippin' codeine on long flights (long flights) Damn, I forgot her name, only
remember Yes sir ain ain Yes sir Abi kin ran e leti Yes sir eh eh Yes sir H I p for the hip for the hip popo Eh eh P o p o for the hip popo and tamous Eh eh
Ik neem een h-a-p Ik neem een hap Van mijn p-a-p Van mijn pap Het is heel v-ee-l Het is heel veel Hap, slik, weg In mijn keel
a masterpiece Its gon' be a catastrophe If you ever try to rat on me P's and Q's got moved through them H'ways, P'ways too Still listen to the same shit I use
a thing or two about a guy like me man I smoke big tree and I'm C-O-D JC's K-D is higher than ten And I fuck up the place with a H-I-P to the K-I-D man,
I'm gon' be Lil P-O-P-M-C Don't act like you know me I'm raw as NYC, reversed hop dash H-I-P I came straight from the goat Britney You can top some,
gave a damn, my juice gonna slam I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib I just dumped out
'n roll I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam I'm at I.H.o.p. Eatin some breakfast and some yams My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
'oaran ket p'lec'h monet Noz eo 'neï ha glav a ra 'oaran ket p'lec'h monet Ma malizenn war va choug serten me 'zo sammet O ya sur 'ta emezi amañ c'hwi 'vo
like y'all everyday Chicago bulls This ain't the mainstream flow This the main street flow Triple H.D. Triple H, A.P.O Got a worldwide base and it's
Out my hoodie Blow leaf doja Flip beats dojo Mojo jojo Puffing power Splitting sweets Add the sour Let it breath All this dip No c h i p Take ya pick o
to finish H.i.p. T Suppa On the gang he handled business If you ever try to diss him On the H you gone visit him Cuz You ain't out hear spinning with
Everybody know me Yeah I come from E.C I'm in cali like Bron And I ball like Kyrie Everybody know me mr H.T.P I be grinding so hard I don't ever get
Bumping me rolling loud And she mad Cause the og is smelly as hell First I told the bitch about the h.o.r Then I told bitch about the h.t.p Then she said
blank, period If we kill, you can't take it with you It's not that serious This is H, if you looking for him Nigga here he is I don't run from drama, I run
to stand to tall House of reps is the gang Fuck you all Hazel rd is the street Fuck you all And it's still h.t.p Fuck you all I'm in Cali getting high fuck
"This ain't no C.H.I.P.S!" Homie had a warrant for a D.U.I. And in my pocket was a fat sack of Chocolate Thai Damn! (damn) Now it's time to get
on the come up Shut up, P***y boy hating b***h shut up Stuck up, P***y h** hating b***h stuck up Ima go get it this summa' I’m keeping it young like a thugga
Knows that I can giddy go When it's time to get on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E It's me the hustler 40 With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
my big head Tryna get the money in my pocket Ki le jaye lo Pe Pe Pe We are O.N.E 1 Ko possible ko gbo Orin mi now ko raun And I am H.A.P.P.Y Cause I
if I was you then shit I'd probably hate me too So go ahead bitch Talk shit about me Fuck you Punk Pussies over at H D P I tear tracks to pieces Bitch
C.h.o.p....p.e.rrrraa [Babs] Shoutouts...Shoutouts to MTV baby, shoutouts to MTV [Dylan] MTV top of respect [Babs] Yo, we stood on long ass lines, ya'll [Dylan]
got a call That's the word of chief Cuz i'm coming in Hip To the H-O-P I don't give a shit If you hate on me Imma steal the bread from the bakery
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