Lyrics:
hip-hop clubs into concert halls
Inside is live, if I use up highs
Twelve hundred (?) to (?)
Power in high drive, the woofers don't lie
Opposites
on the last skit dick you can't tell me shit
We kick it wicked, so you can get addicted
To the hip-hop that we drop, get with the liquid
I give the party
and swapped for 'em
They were sleepin', I made 'em stop snorin'
Made 'em break out the popcorn
Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form
Since N.W.A. was
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
I just want to get rich I just want to get fly
I hop out the hop in I'm letting it fly
Hop back in the hop in and I'm the one driving
I'm the one
don't rap for their back
You smoke them gans and you up, that's that, they joking, they still get void
Might hop out the car and shoot, back in shank,
out yo, into some next bullshit, I'm like
[Q-Tip]
Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this
All my hip-hop heads
Bounce to this, bounce
like Dennis, The Menace
Causing mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting higher then a flight attendant
Hip-hop
me how to play the piano and then
Every summer I was out in south ben
Grandpops a bartender at a country club
Me and my cousins from grand rapid
me how to play the piano and then
Every summer I was out in south ben
Grandpops a bartender at a country club
Me and my cousins from grand rapid
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
I`m never lettin' go
I beat your brother down, punk, just to let you know
This is hip-hop, gee, not `hit pop`
You mess around with the beats, get
on the block, Rolls truck sittin' nice
Niggas still can't see me, I'm hidin' in plain sight
Last 15 years of my life, I cut any hip-hop nigga fuckin' throat
real estate
While hip hop trying to hate, I'ma make some realacake
I'ma flip a couple houses, make a couple hundred thousand
Plus to me the mix tape,
She might move on to rappers and ballplayers
But we all know I hit it first
I hop in the club and boppers show love, and I don't even put in work
I
I'm smackin you with cause it's easy
Like Lionel Richie, your whole style is bitchy
Switch me, mix me, somebody get me
Don't let me rip out my
I'm smackin you with cause it's easy
Like Lionel Richie, your whole style is bitchy
Switch me, mix me, somebody get me
Don't let me rip out my
the club by the speaker
Waitin for you rappers to choke up then I eat ya
like some prehistoric winged creature, AHHH!
On your neck, like the American
Lockin it down and that was that
Divine speaker, mind keeper, time teacher
Time leader
I'll be sittin in the club by the speaker
Waitin for you rappers
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
[ Special Ed ]
This is not just a hip-hop gig
It's club, it's pop, it's big, you dig?
No small-time, no small rhyme
I won't fall at all, cause
Aiyyo, what the fuck is this shit that y'all are listenin to
Nowadays on the radio man? you call that shit hip-hop?
That's some faggot bitch shit
and talk to me jojo to see reminisce see like me I'm not the one
One to play leave ya on your back cause this song is
a hit can you see what I see
See what
another day to play)
Just another day to play
I hip to the hop, Michael Flatley
Get up n click to the beat like a bad knee
Cleaning up Fitzroy, rapping
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