文本歌词

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 way Hey
I'm lickin down you darlin'
In every single way Hey
Your funny flow is foreign
And a green card's on the way
This ain't got **** to do wit shampoo
But watch your head n shoulders brother
Older bold enough to fold ya
Yo I told ya a raid afraid of what I made
Plus played a funky fit so save ya flips
Plus tricks for that music plus the monkey bit
Triggas from the Grilltown Illtown
Some ask how it feels
How the deal is that we're real so we're still around
Don't lamp wit a freestyle
Phantom ain't tryin' to be handsome
Shrinkin' what ya thinkin' cause I'm vampin'
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop for today
I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray
Ho Hey Ho
You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground
Being low down I do the showdown
Wit' any little ho round no
I wanna know who you're
Believing through you're funny reasons
Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'
You said I know you're Mr O P P
Man yo PP man won't only see me man
You should've known that I was wit if a bit when I ain't hit it
And step not to consider the Rep Heck
I did your partner cause she's hot
As a baker cause I'm Naughty by Nature
Not cause I hate cha
You put your heart
In a part of a part that spreads apart
Even though I forgave ya when you had a spark
You try to act like something really big is missing
Even though my name's
Graffiti written on your kitten
I love Black women always
And disrespect ain't the way
Let's start a family today Hip Hop hooray ho hey
Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray
There's many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop's
Hip top today swerve what cha heard
Cause I ain't bailing no hey ain't choppin no crops
But still grownin ever day
Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found
From the underground town down the hill
Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns
Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found
Don't know me don't come around
Tippy tippy (pause)
Tippy tippy (pause)
Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up
Your style is older than Lou Rawls
Peace to this one and that one and them
That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend
Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis knew us
You could have crews wit shoes and can't step to us
Some kitty purr I call em sir too
Any trick that diss gets a curfew
I put my projects for boots step through
Troops and leave proof
My problem solvers name is Mook
I hittin' woodys in a hoody
Peace to Jesette Jobete Jo-Jo Genae
And every hood gee
That's right my fight is ill
Peace goes to L O N S and Quest
Nice & 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 ho hey ho
Smooth it out now