hip hop...man, I won't stop Yo Big Boi (What up?) Gimme a beatbox [beatbox] [Chorus] Hip hop, hip hop Hip hop Hip hop Hip hop [Verse 2: Bizarre] From
Traducció: Estrany. Hip Hop.
guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes
the artist become a target Pop music is the black market Recently we witness bizarre shit The war hit the same time as sars hit Terrorists send bombs at the concert The show must go on yo regardless We're just made hip hop
made us proud that we was from Boondocks Before Pubah, Steady B, Heavy D, Mouthburnin Craig G, Shy rap version, TRUE SCHOOL Rock Box, Run Dmc, true hip hop
dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap but what you're making ain't hip hop b Get your clothes
, but I got a bag of tricks Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes You little hip-hop racoon, I'm not Scarface
By d-12 / 50 cent The rap game, Hip hop 101, The hardest 9 ta 5 you will ever have, You can't learn this shit in no history book, You ready to rap motherfucker
you backstage and shot at ya And kill subliminally You can go on And spin your group name 25 times in one song I'll still write about you Hip hop is
Dog on it, do the statistics How he bust lyrics was too futuristic for ballistics And far too eccentric for forensics I dedicate this mix to Subroc, the Hip Hop
t believe shit stinks til we smell it Let you tell it You be putt loopbing work in but be purbin Defeatin hip-hops real purpose But real hip-hop will
I shake and build my craft like an architect Teflon style rhymes be Gortex with the highness of the ruler on my cock All this over hip and the hop bullshit
, fakes, and cheaters Alcoholics, sluts, and fuckin' wife beaters I guess that describes my life I don't even know whose song we singing, Obie Trice Bitch! Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip-hop
rap made me act like a maniac I was boostin, so influenced by music I used it As an excuse to do shit, ooh I was stupid No one can tell me nothin hip-hop
act hard, I just mack hard Baggin' video looking honeys with the big back yard Yes lord, girls I'm gamin' leaving the microphone flamin' Throwing up hip-hop
fours and street wars Saw the cops raid my the block and put the gods in on force Fifteen now I'm addicted to weed and nicotine Hip hop, lots of pussy
color Red And plus your little black is cute with your dreads Bet you ain't never had a nigga that roll a six-fo Hit a switch and then hop into a six
color Red And plus your little black... is cute with your dreads Bet you ain't never had a nigga that roll a six-fo Hit a switch and then hop into a six
