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Where in the hell did the hip hop go?

Where in the hell did the hip hop go?

Where in the hell did the hip-hop go?

Yo, AC alone, do you know, do you know?

Well, here we go, hot cake cold.

Jelly bean banjo can't stow.

Polka dot backpack microphone.

Shama lama ding dong dog phone.

Chip-a-chip-a-chop, bust a flip-flop, skateboard, tennis shoes, ice cream shop, telephone poles, bacon, hot rolls, a Pinto sitting on phones, bubblegum, TikTok, hound dog, please.

Cock-a-doodle-doodle with some hog head cheese.

Leave out the room, grab the old broom.

Eat a watermelon and walk on the moon.

Cherry Coke, cantaloupe, little old maid.

A big black berry inside the Kool-Aid.

Now get up and watch me wrap the cornbread.

Yo, ACLO, I hear y'all.

Well, have you ever killed the great white shark?

Well, I have.

I was on a boat I built and sailed around the world.

Yeah, I was a crookin'.

Made class to hookin'.

Got tooken to class to wrote a bookin'.

That's it.

I seen the ghost of Augie Creek.

I went to the Fantasy Island, Gilligan's Island, and Pirate Peak, and then to Napa Valley, Rapazali, and stayed a week.

I met the queen of all my dreams, and we danced cheek to cheek, and then we freaked.

I had a fight with King Kong, Godzilla, and Rodan.

Johnny Cypher's flying robot and wrestling with Conan.

I jumped in the rock where there was a cracker headed for no man's land and landed and seen a time bandit in the sand.

I traveled with Gulliver and I met a Gulliver lover on the patrol looking for the Acapulco pot of gold.

He blazed our dreams.

Little bastard got me blowed and hit the road.

Had a hitch with some of her bitches, turned into a toad.

I had a canary cook and cook for a meal, and that's real.

I planted three jolly green bean wheat seeds in a field of tree root.

All the weather's kind of slow.

Well, I seen Zig Zag when he was zooming in the sea.

zonked and zany like a Zulu zombie.

He thought he wasn't seen as but the zebra on the city wasn't buzzing in his

It's all like he was that.

Bullshit.

Well, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, sugar on toast.

The fellowship shop is from the West Coast.

Hey, hash and ass.

Crocodile legs.

I'll bring the chronic, you bring the kegs.

Buckwheat and stombies down with Rodney Allen Rippey.

What time are you nine?

The cut's beating up with me.

Karate chop, snap cracker pops.

You do the hip thing and I'll do the hop.

Cough up a boogie, shake, break the boogie, because I got a homegirl that's giving out movies.

Mr. George Woods was on my flow.

Cracked our butt, neck, and watch the cops show.

Hey, little rascals.

Eddie Hasco.

Black guy pees with a lot of tobacco.

Chico Sticks.

Big fat chicks, old reruns of the Jefferson hits.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Larry and Shep.

Slot me some skin on the black side, pimp training bras.

Holy drawers, Bonte and D double E, breaking all the laws.

Double the Jack Rose parakeet crap.

You rap the cornbread, hey.

Cornbread.

Come on.

See, I'm a big old black man, a big old black man, a big old black wacky tacky black man.

Born with my mama, arrived alone, and I'm alive and survive in a one room home.

Never take a hand me down, never dig a bone.

I give and I live and I handle my own.

Used to be a peewee, now I'm full grown.

Out of shuffle and jiggle, boo, I'm hard like stone.

I drink out the jug, I eat out the pot.

I learn and I earn and I love what I got.

My mama ain't a housewife, daddy ain't a cop.

I was taught to be a fair man, shoot your shot.

Snake in the grass, living in the past.

Ain't nobody got my hindsight.

I'm going to think fast.

I'm the chug-a-lug thug from Nicolet, Oxford.

A watermelon selling Bella, no good cheap.

Not a lot to face in.

A liquor jar tasting.

I'm an Ebony woman chasing.

Got no time for wasting.

So bring in the news.

Singing the blues, I don't shove on the shit and don't shine no shoes.

I'm a big old black man, never had a friend.

Sitting on the rooftop, listening to the wind.

My life is on the end.

My grin is for

I'm going to die in my rocket chair, sipping on gin.

Hey!

See, I'm a bad boy, I'm AC alone, I'm AC loony, I'm AC load, I'll nigga from the boonies, I'm AC load edge, I'm all the corrodia, booty splutter, devoted to zany, rainy, rainy, top, I gave me lame, that's the same old, same old thing, baby, bubba, what you say, what you thought, what's really going on, you don't know, right, right, but you got caught by AC alone, ranger, AC alone, stranger, wanna give me a pound, cause I'm just about to lose you, so bamboozle out the stairs, just remember that brother who spits the cornbread.

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