, gimme, gimmme some of that hip hop, baby baby Gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimmme some of that hip hop, baby baby Gimme
to sit back and lose focus Spit that mack-a-docious Most ferocious Cash all in my holsters Burn more bread than toasters You must know this, the cats I'm with is the coldest Hip-hop
, where, what it's gon' be I don't give a fuck if it's he or she I'm the virgin of hip hop Nobody fuckin' with me I know your type, you a ride dick nigga
And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it,
make gumbo at? Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumpin' jack You know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack Hip-hop, I'm the heart
the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter
the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams
1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight They're all
a southern girl strong arm rap like a n-gga did a hundred curls rock star beeatch, check out how we rock and if this aint hip hop...it must be knee hop
a dream (Was it a dream) Was it all a dream (I gotta know) Was it all a dream (Was it a dream) Was it all a dream (A dream) Was it all a dream It was
get to four, five, six And you're feeling busted But it's not time to quit Practice makes you perfect Pop it, lock itk, polka dot it Country fivi'n, hip hop
it So you're shaking that thing like who's the ish With a look in your eyes so devilish Uh you like to dance on the hip-hop spots And you cruise to
sittin' here) Houston's missing you, LA's missing you DC's missing you, Chicago's missing you (It's been too long and I'm lost without you) Kidada's
want neo-soul, this hip-hop is old She don't want no rock-n-roll She want platinum or ice or gold She want a whole lotta somethin' to fold If you a obstacle
Everybody's waitin' on me all these hoes hatin' on me I came back for you The mink rockin' Benz coppin' keep the bottles poppin' It's the real hip hop
my name is Bryon I'm in love with my music. Yeah, uh 'cause I'm a hip hop baby 'cause, Im' a hip hop baby 'cause, Im' a hip hop baby. (Bridge: Layzie
' like my name was Pac *** hip-hop cop, got a plastic *** I'm takin' drastic shots 'till these *** stop When the casket drop I be mashin' out In a brand
, I told you before I wears vest's A born legend by the way of .357 I'm an automatic with static its tragic Mr A-l-K-a-p-o-n-e The last man standing
