Lyrics:
To cut the long story short
Mo n drop mind blowing song
Won ni awon shey hip hop
But hip hop ma n ju hip hop
Awon to wa fila mori gan nwa eni
thing up
Yo I'm gon' hit it
Verse 2
Now it's bout time
We bring you a club banger
Show you how to party
In a hip-hop manner
Call me hip-hop santa
Come
cheese
Y'all know Stagg', only trying to increase the O's
increase the (blow smoke), wit the hair in cornrolls
leave the stress out, double o three we keep
to say I need you, ah yeah (hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop)
I promise I'd never leave you, ah yeah
My life is like twelve open mics of hopeless notes
I write
the same lame fame
You've obtained, you ought to be detained
By the hip-hop sheriff, locked up, no possibility
Of getting out because the shit you make is
do that again
And by that I mean end
A sentence with a preposition
I got props for the real hip-hop
Those who pop and lock to
The beat of a boombox
I'm still in the mix
One of the many young policin breathers knockin out sequence
Life's a L-O-T-T-O, carry a switch for self-defense
Rappers try
by this hip hop rage
When this hip hop cage
Still ran by the man in the maze
Old heads searchin for the peace that we came with
Preaching out
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in the head, left us out to dry
But we some G's so you know, we get by
We gonna do what we gotta do, Ghetto Kids stilo
I'm a leave it right there cause
the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
I like to, like to, finger fuck bitches up in clubs
Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts!
Stuck! Gordon's Gin
We on these Excursions so you must realize
Hip hop continually, about the Zulu
If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip
So what can you do in
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
of dawnin'
light the blunts up
tear da club up
Drink the fuck up
Got a problem you can get the fuck out
it's a Friday night playa
Time to spend that
tense
So I like to live my life like a big carnival
Get drunk, act like an animal
I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop
Suckers get
make men into boys
I destroy your whole family tree
Chop it down
Hip-hop is longer now in this repertoire
Get your wardrobe torn out your closet
Walls
must, plus I don't forget to flush
With suckers I fuss, thought I was soft like a slush
Chicagods crush cause they think toys are us
Hip (hip what) hop
can get a broad
Bring 'em home and just watch (yes)
They say Club Cheeta, that's the place
Now that's the place where I heard niggas gettin' shot in
remember me? (So Icy)
Remember me from TV? Turnin' on yo' TV (ha)
Hip-hop police, say they lookin' after me (no)
How you lookin' after me? You know I had
I’m in ya hoe with a big cock
Fuckin so long making her hips lock
We in the bed bumping hip hop
I spread her legs making her hip pop
Bumping my music
stall doing drugs in the club
Knife on my hip, on that P diddy shit
Fuck wit me nigga and I
Draw blood in the club get a slug in the mud
Have a nigga
just a big headache
They think all this hard work, is just a piece of cake
They must be buggin', right out of they socks
Why don't they get up and try
right
This girl wanna fight
Yea right
You see me leave the club still not Saying bye to hi
I'm Vibin
It's Yetti bitches
Get ready
For all the smoke
Niggas
the house
Will.I.Am is definitely in the house
Fergie Ferg is in the house
Whadup to De La, shout 'em out
Drew hip-hop music now
Positive vibes, no doubt
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