Give it up for Weedo Wilson!*
Hey Ho!
You threw a picture of my morning but you couldn't make my day!
I'm rockin' and you're yellin' but you'll never look my way
I'm lickin' down your darlin' in every single way
Your funny flow is foreign and the green cup on the way
This ain't got shh to do with shambu but watch your head and shoulder
Brother older, ballin' up to folio, I told ya
Arrayed afraid of what I made and played it
Plus a boogie fit so say you're flippin' too
Pull out music and I'ma give it
Trick is from the group town, ill town
Some apps out with pills now
The deal is that we real so we still around
Don't laugh with a freestyle phantom
Ain't tryin' to be handsome
Shriekin' what you 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!
Hey!
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Hip -hop hooray!
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You heard a lot about a brother gainin' more ground
Bein' low down to do the showdown with any little ho around
No!
I wanna know who you believin'
For your funny reasons
Even when I'm sleepin' you think I'm cheatin'
You said, I know you're Mr. OPP, man
Your OPP, man, won't only see me, man
You shoulda known when I hit it and stepped
That I was with it a bit
Not to consider the rep
Hey!
I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker
Cause I'm naughty by nature
Not cause I hate ya
You put your heart in a pot
Love a prop that spreads apart
And forgot that I forgave when you had a fart
You try to act like somethin' really big is missin'
Even though my name's corrupted and written on your head
I love black women always
And disrespect ain't the way
Let's start a funeral today
Hip -Hop Parade!
Hey!
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Hip -Hop Parade!
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Hip -Hop, Hip -Hip -Hop, Hip -Hip -Hop Parade
There's many hungry hip -hoppers
One reason hip -hop's the talk today
Sorry what you heard cause I ain't feelin' no hate
Ain't shoppin' no grub, but still blowin' every day
Here's another sound from the one that's found
From the underground town down in Hillfield, howl, hell
Drowns, smiles to frown
Stackin' crowns for clowns
Beat dancin' around, don't know me, don't come around
Tippy -tippy -paws, tippy -tippy -paws
Sometimes creepin' up, I eat em' up
Their styles are older than Lou Rawls
Beefed to this one and that one and them
That's why I sat out and I didn't miss one friend
Fools get foolish, they love Amber Parker, Louis Newest
You could have crews with shoes and cans of twos
Some kiddies turn out, call me sir too
Lookin' for her crew
Any trick that this gets a curfew
I put on projects for booths
Step through truth, silly proof
The problem solver name is me
I'm hittin' woodies in a hoodie
Peace to Josette, Joe Beck
Jojo, Jermaine, and every hood G
That's right, my fight is ill
Beats McBeth on that sick quest
Nice and smooth in Cypress Hill
I live and die for hip -hop
This is hip -hop for today
I get brought the hip -hop, so hip -hop
Hooray, ho!
Hey, ho!
Hey, ho!
Hey, ho!
Hip -hop hooray, ho!
Hey, ho!
Hey, ho!
Hey, ho!
Smooth it out now
