Hip Hop (Letra)

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Intro:
Word up! Y’knowhutI’msayin?
I gotta globe in the world in the mail today
NahI’msayin? Heh, word up!
Uhh, kid told me "Yo, the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nahmean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energised
I wanna dedicate this one to the game that put me on the map
Y’nahI’msayin?

I know you love it, the game is so irresistable to touch
You should see me when fienin for microphones that I can clutch
Droppin bombs, combinin the club attracts
like the Ol’ Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There’s no question the suggestion was made
The foundation was laid when the Furious played
Grandmaster Flash slayed the competition that was wishin
they could serve the technician with the number one position
Uhh, the real deal, Fearless Four scored
Bambataa was hotter, Spoony was givin em nutta
An’ I was all up in my headzone, melody and all
Cosign and The Movement sayin "Yes, yes y’all"
It’s just the love affair that never ended
I recommended that I take microphones and blow em up, ain’t that splendid
This one goes out to all the hip-hop do-or-diers
A song is dedicated to the music I admire

Chorus:

Whenever and ever
We want you, I need you (I need hip-hop)
Whenever and ever
We want you, do you feel the same way too? (I need hip-hop)

Kane’s era was terror, he warmed it up
Parrish and Erick cat lyrics that’ll make ya turn it up
And I was in the cut, chillin in my drop-top Benz
with friends, loungin with my mens, laughin ‘bout all the ends
that I spends, making snaps, pumping Kool G Rap and Biz
Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I’m about to show what time it is
At the rooftop, I was with Doug E.Fresh and Slick Rick
‘La Di Da Di, Who likes to party?’ was the fat shit
I mean I saw this hip-hop thing on every level
Chuck D, PE, yes the rhythm and the rebel
I can reminisce the black fist, Uzi, Terminators
Terror doom techniques that terrorise the lighter shade
It’s all about the game that we play everyday
Eric B & Rakim flow to such a diff’rent way
I’m lovin hip-hop cos it help brothers escape
Let’s celebrate our music people before it’s too late

Chorus

Survival Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz
Lickin shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E’s in here
I wanna tell the world they just don’t understand
My man Nas Escobar, Wu-Tang Clan
Keith Murray to the Redman, down south Da Brat
My people are you with me where you at?…ya peep that?
I’m on a mission to rejuvenate the funk
Bring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they want
When you hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it’s Naughty By Nature-‘hip-hop in all its glory’
A fleet of battleships floatin in diff’rent categories
My love affair with hip-hop’ll never fade away
Sincerely yours, LL Cool J

Chorus to fade

Outro: (over chorus)

Yeah, ain’t no doubt about it kid, knowI’msayin?
Hip-hop’s the game, helped a lot of brothers escape
Take it to another level, knowI’msayin?
It’s our music, we own this music, knowhutI’msayin?
Word life! I wanna give a couple of shoutouts here, knowhutI’msayin?
First of all, I wanna thank my man Baby Chris, y’nahmean?
Helped me put this Mr. Smith…Mr.Smith album together
make it hot, knowI’msayin?
Thank the Trackmasters-*?Pope Tone?*, Steve Stout
we definitely turning this joint out, y’nahmean
Word bond! Hip-hop for life, kid!
Yeah!

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(Cheeky girls, right now, hip hop, here we go)
Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop that’s what we want

Verse
We are two girls are here is this boy
We don’t know how to split him in two
I want to be cool you should do the same
The story begun I can’t see the end

Bridge
Ooh let’s put on our hit hot pants
Ooh , I feel so good
Ooh let’s go out and watch the stars
Ooh, just me and you

Chorus
Hip Hop is what we want
a little hippy hippy hop uh uh
Hip Hop we hit the spot
That’s what we want (repeat)

Verse
I’ll stay with you, he won’t do that
Life’s too short to fall out on him
Throw up a coin and let’s see what it says
It stays up he’s yours if it comes down he’s mine

Repeat Bridge
Repeat Chorus

Middle 8
I like hip hop, go for a drive
Jump in my car and come for a ride (x2)
Hip hop hip hop hip hop that’s what we want
Hip hop hip hop hip hop that’s what we want

Repeat Chorus

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One two, one two, one shot, one two, last shot
Make the sound rock [hip hop, hip hip hop]
It’s all about, it’s all about [hip hop, hip hip hop]

Yo, who that fake pro, tryna fuck wit my hoe? peep
I’m killing for them hips continuously
My rap is g-a-m-e
Vocals’ll get u stymied
Got locals running wit me
Freeloaders tryna get me
But that’s my shorty
I got her running through this planet, just like a bandit
But i don’t trust her, cuz she a hustla
She living for that loot like me, that’s why she mine
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
She screwing anybody worth a high dollar sign
But what i like about her is she flips it,
[hip hop] that’s why i keeps it
On my own thought, she peeps it, keeps them a secret
Until i manifest them through her, allowing her to give it to ya
Cuz when i screw her, she holla
I take her to the finest places
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Just so i can meet some other pretty faces, my g leave no traces
Niggas be talking bout my chicks around the globe
Natural nouns in the eyes, diamond verbs in the lows [hip hop]
Many stories told, a lot is made up
I know my shorty tricking, been wit her ten years,
I know she laid up
Wit, them nondescript, brothas who know they shit
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Even a few females came to her with the clit [hip hop]
They got her open but its niggas like me that keep her focused
She’ll fuck em, but never fall for jokers
Now peep the science, my hip hop is defiant? never!
I kick out this lab [hip hop] in any weather [hip hop]
For real

[you get the fuck out
You fucking bitch ass muthafucka
No you get the fuck out
Nigga get the fuck out
Fuck you fucking bitch ass nigga]
[don’t stop, don’t stop]

[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Yo my name i hip hop
I be that nigga y’all tryna stop
But before i go, i’m letting all y’all know
This ain’t even how it was supposed to be
I put myself on this map so we can enjoy that
What the deal niggas? it seems like rap is out to get me
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
He used to be my man until he started acting shifty
Occasionally, he showed love, it was bug
Cuz one day he went from being a nice guy to superthug
He caught the fever, felonies to misdemeanors
On top of that a date rape charge in argentina [hip hop]
The meaner he got, the more records he sold
Started disrespecting everybody, and went gold
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
To platinum, i seen him, said "yo son, what’s happening?"
"nothing going on but gun clappin,"
He replied. as i’m looking at him dead in his eyes
I seen the devil himself in physical disguise
I had to get him out my cipher, my only chance was my nine
Wont be gone before that ass is mine
He thought the same thoughts that i thought
Before i started reaching
He pulled out the tech and started screeching

[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Oh shit, son, that nigga hip hop just got hit up
[hip hop]
Word is bond, that nigga just hit the floor cold
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Aw, look at that shit [hip hop]

Hip hop was dying, i had to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation
They left him for dead, only played him on one station
I drug him to my lab, grabbed the pen and the pad
Wasn’t sure he would make it, these mcs fucked him up bad
Fed him guns and drugs, laced him up in gear worn by so-called thugs
Had him hanging out in fucked up clubs
He lost his glow, only 17 addicted to blow
[hip hop hip hip hop hip]
Hip hop started a riot at every major show
Every time he lost his head another partygoer end up dead
He tried to blame it on what mcs said
They held him responsible, charged him as an adult
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
The billboard battlers, they beat his ass to a pulp
His man rap started fucking with r&b
Left a nigga low, he talking bout "i’m strictly in it for the money"
He couldn’t beat him, he joined him
Started the east coast-west coast conflict
Record sales boom, that’s where he made his profit
As he lay on my floor to the next one, and thinking
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Will what he helped to create help destroy him?
He wondered if he reaches his 21st without getting banned
In year 2000 [hip hop] he’ll be a man, old enough to make a stand

[to the old school and the new school:
It’s time we get this hip hop shit to the next horizon.
Ya nahmean? because them other cats got a new kind of game plan
For us so we must over overwhelm that shit that shit.
And bring it and bring it full-fledged full-fledged
To the next millenium. you know? and and and gp gp for the 90’s
And beyond we here to bring y’all that shit man.
We here to bring y’all that shit that’s gonna keep y’all rocking
And rocking throughout throughout pump us loud baby. word up]
(reps and shoutouts)

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You say one for the trebble, two for the time
Come on y’all let’s rock this!
You say one for the trebble, two for the time
Come on!

Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape
Now let it fall… (hungh!!)
My restlessness is my nemesis
It’s hard to really chill and sit still
Committed to page, i write rhymes
Sometimes won’t finish for days
Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature
I mathematically add-minister
Subtract the wack
Selector, wheel it back, i’m feeling that
(ha ha ha) from the core to the perimeter black,
You know the motto
Stay fluid even in staccato
(mos def) full blooded, full throttle
Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow
There’s the hum, young man where you from
Brooklyn number one
Native son, speaking in the native tongue
I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is)
While you still try to follow where it is
I’m on the ave where it lives and dies
Violently, silently
Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips
Used to speak the king’s english
But caught a rash on my lips
So now my chat just like dis
Long range from the base-line (switch)
Move like an apparition
Float to the ground with ammuntion (chi-chi-chi-pow)
Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape
Putting food on your plate
Many crews can relate
Who choosing your fate (yo)
We went from picking cotton
To chain gang line chopping
To be-bopping
To hip-hopping
Blues people got the blue chip stock option
Invisible man, got the whole world watching
(where ya at) i’m high, low, east, west,
All over your map
I’m getting big props, with this thing called hip hop
Where you can either get paid or get shot
When your product in stock
The fair-weather friends flock
When your chart position drop
Then the phone calls….
Chill for a minute
Let’s see whoelse tops
Snatch your shelf spot
Don’t gas yourself ock
The industry just a better built cell block
A long way from the shell tops
And the bells that l rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock…)

*scratching*

Hip hop is prosecution evidence
The out of court settlement
Ad space for liquor
Sick without benefits (hungh!)
Luxury tenements choking the skyline
It’s low life getting tree-top high
Here there’s a back water remedy
Bitter and tender memory
A class e felony
Facing the death penalty (hungh!)
Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive
Violently competitive, a school unacredited
The break beats you get broken with
On time and inappropriate
Hip hop went from selling crack to smoking it
Medicine for loneliness
Remind me of thelonius and dizzy
Propers to b-boys getting busy
The war-time snap shot
The working man’s jack-pot
A two dollar snack box
Sold beneath the crack spot
Olympic spnosor of the black glock
Gold medalist in the back shot
From the sovereign state of the have-nots
Where farmers have trouble with cash crops (woooo)
It’s all city like phase two
Hip hop will simply amaze you
Craze you, pay you
Do whatever you say do
But black, it can’t save you

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Uh, uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2
Uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh
All my dogs

Hook

It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

Uh, one thing ‘bout music, when it hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls your brain
I know better than that, that’s game and we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack and not react
Back the beats, it don’t reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs, and rock and roll, whether your project’s put on hold
In the real world, these just people with ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world (world), it’s bigger than all these fake ass records
When poor folks got the millions and my woman’s disrespected
If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do, if that don’t work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, ?bout’er?, flame ignitor, crowd exciter
Or you wanna just get high, then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry agent with a wire
I’m gonna know it when i play it

Hook

Uh, who shot biggie smalls?
If we don’t get them, they gonna get us all
I’m down for runnin’ up on them crackers in they city hall
We ride for y’all, all my dogs stay real
Nigga don’t think these record deals gonna feed your seeds
And pay your bills because they not
Mc’s get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin’ bout how much money they got, all y’all records sound the same
I sick of that fake thug, r & b, rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y’all don’t here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line, and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a lexus, some justice, a dream or some substance?
A beamer, a necklace or freedom?
Still a nigga like me don’t playa’ hate, i just stay awake
This real hip hop, and it don’t stop until we get the po-po off the block
They call it….

Hook

Uh, dp’s got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John blaze’d and shit what

Repeat

Fake, fake, fake records

Hip Hop (Letra)

LL Cool J

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Intro:

Word up! y’knowhuti’msayin?
I gotta globe in the world in the mail today
Nahi’msayin? heh, word up!
Uhh, kid told me "yo, the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nahmean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energised
I wanna dedicate this one to the game that put me on the map
Y’nahi’msayin?

I know you love it, the game is so irresistable to touch
You should see me when fienin for microphones that i can clutch
Droppin bombs, combinin the club attracts
Like the ol’ sugarhill gang, king tim and fatback
There’s no question the suggestion was made
The foundation was laid when the furious played
Grandmaster flash slayed the competition that was wishin
They could serve the technician with the number one position
Uhh, the real deal, fearless four scored
Bambataa was hotter, spoony was givin em nutta
An’ i was all up in my headzone, melody and all
Cosign and the movement sayin "yes, yes y’all"
It’s just the love affair that never ended
I recommended that i take microphones and blow em up, ain’t that splendid
This one goes out to all the hip-hop do-or-diers
A song is dedicated to the music i admire

Chorus:

Whenever and ever
We want you, i need you (i need hip-hop)
Whenever and ever
We want you, do you feel the same way too? (i need hip-hop)

Kane’s era was terror, he warmed it up
Parrish and erick cat lyrics that’ll make ya turn it up
And i was in the cut, chillin in my drop-top benz
With friends, loungin with my mens, laughin ‘bout all the ends
That i spends, making snaps, pumping kool g rap and biz
Dapper don, dookie wrotes i’m about to show what time it is
At the rooftop, i was with doug e.fresh and slick rick
‘la di da di, who likes to party?’ was the fat shit
I mean i saw this hip-hop thing on every level
Chuck d, pe, yes the rhythm and the rebel
I can reminisce the black fist, uzi, terminators
Terror doom techniques that terrorise the lighter shade
It’s all about the game that we play everyday
Eric b & rakim flow to such a diff’rent way
I’m lovin hip-hop cos it help brothers escape
Let’s celebrate our music people before it’s too late

Chorus

Survival of the fittest-mobb deep, and lost boyz
Lickin shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2pac
Snoop doggy dogg put the west coast in gear
Dr dre, nwa, eazy e’s in here
I wanna tell the world they just don’t understand
My man nas escobar, wu-tang clan
Keith murray to the redman, down south da brat
My people are you with me where you at?…ya peep that?
I’m on a mission to rejuvenate the funk
Bring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they want
When you hear craig mack, notorious b.i.g.
Latifah, heavy d, you should reminisce of me
Some say it’s naughty by nature-‘hip-hop in all its glory’
A fleet of battleships floatin in diff’rent categories
My love affair with hip-hop’ll never fade away
Sincerely yours, ll cool j

Chorus to fade

Outro: (over chorus)

Yeah, ain’t no doubt about it kid, knowi’msayin?
Hip-hop’s the game, helped a lot of brothers escape
Take it to another level, knowi’msayin?
It’s our music, we own this music, knowhuti’msayin?
Word life! i wanna give a couple of shoutouts here, knowhuti’msayin?
First of all, i wanna thank my man baby chris, y’nahmean?
Helped me put this mr. smith…mr.smith album together
Make it hot, knowi’msayin?
Thank the trackmasters-*?pope tone?*, steve stout
We definitely turning this joint out, y’nahmean
Word bond! hip-hop for life, kid!
Yeah!