real hip hop, real hip hop (Northpole) I can't let 'em steal hip hop (Southside) I'm here 'til this shit stop (Westside) So get 'em up if you feel hip hop, hop
crawl I press play like Puff, no pause at all Choppin' holes in the all the walls Thats all they saw [Verse 5: The Game] Hip Hop ain't dead, it just
FALL AND CRAWL! I press play like Puff, no PAUSE AT ALL! Choppin holes in ALL THE WALLS, that's ALL THEY SAW! [The Game] Hip-Hop ain't dead, it just
and crawl I press play like Puff, no pause at all Choppin' holes in the all the walls Thats all they saw [Verse 5: The Game] Hip Hop ain't dead, it
the drum stops. Hip hop. Even if my shit flip flop It probably wouldn't stop. Talk shit and get socked. How ya hang em? Know a realer nigga? You could
Can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap How could
Manhattan and I'm not a bum Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping - got that juice My name's Mike D. and I can do that Jerry Lewis (repeat chorus) Hip-hop
ya,[Cedric interrupts:(wha?)] I hear ya, you gotta get the mood goin, ya know...? [Cedric:(laughin)] yea, dats what I'm tryin to do pimp juice! [Clerk:] PIMP JUICE
and throw em Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan My niggaz roll in ten M3's Twenty Gods poppin wheelies on Kawasaki's Hip-Hop's
Wayne] I gotta bitch named keisha she a real dick pleasar. I gotta bitch named keisha she a real dick pleasar. I gotta bitch named keisha she a real
college institustion fathers and confusion stop with your excuses hip hop i am sudecin beat ya like producers eat ya like produce man i fuck your girl till that pussy got no juice
For real. E'rybody's a star, e'rybody shine ("Shine. Shine. Shine...") Follow your heart and not mankind. ("Kind. Kind. Kind...") For real, for real.
can't stop the shine Play a black cloud in my dollar signs and be a victim of a violent crime For real The flows is death defyin Act real and ya neck
: Verse 1: Will Smith Observe the high roller Mic controller Number one hip-hop son call me solar Why? cause I shine Praise the Big Willie I'm Raised
...let's do this...come on.. [Verse 2] Real good...into a new phase, jumpin' up the airwaves And now you're amazed 'cause it's hip hop that you crave
' Xzibt ha ha and the Lawhouse youknowhatI'msayin' with that nigga Ras Kass (he's guilty). Yeah yeah. Break it down. It won't stop. West coast hip hop
like they lost their mind real rapid Cameras on bumpers, screens and big thumpers Chrome off the lot, and that's no wonder It's Hip Hop, they got your
pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop