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You drew a picture
of my morning But you couldn't make my day Hey I'm rockin' and you're yawning But you never look my way Hey I'm lickin down you darlin' In every single way Hey Your funny flow is foreign And a green card's on the way This ain't got shit to do wit shampoo But watch your head n shoulders brother older bold enough to fold ya Yo I told ya a raid afraid of what I made Plus played a funky fit so save ya flips Plus tricks for that music plus the monkey bit Triggas from the Grilltown Illtown Some ask how it feels How the deal is that we're real so we're still around Don't lamp wit a freestyle phantom ain't tryin' to be handsome Shrinkin' what ya 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 Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round no I wanna know who you're believing through you're funny reasons Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin' You said I know you're Mr OPP man yo PP man won't only see me man You should've known that I was wit if a bit when I ain't hit it And step not to consider the Rep Heck I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker cause I'm Naughty by Nature Not cause I hate cha You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart Even though I forgave ya when you had a spark You try to act like something really big is missing Even though my name's graffiti written on your kitten I love Black women always and disrespect ain't the way Let's start a family today Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray There's many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop's Hip top today swerve what cha heard Cause I ain't bailing no hey ain't choppin no crops But still grownin ever day Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found From the underground town down the hill Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found Don't know me don't come around Tippy tippy Tippy tippy Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up Your style is older than Lou Rawls Peace to this one and that one and them That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis knew us You could have crews wit shoes and can't step to us Some kitty purr I call em sir too looking for hurt you Any trick that diss gets a curfew I put my projects for boots step through troops and leave proof My problem solvers name is Mook I hittin' woodys in a hoody Peace to Jesette Jobete JoJo Genae and every hood gee That's right my fight is ill Peace goes to LONS and Quest Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop of today I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO Smooth it out now |
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| 4:08 |
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| 3:20 |
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| 8. |
| 5:05 |
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[Treach] Put me on the planet, dammit, where all the slim shhh look like Janet Slick consider this how I lick it and then fan it Pick, rub and ran it how I run it yeah I ran it And it ran frantic rub put new poonanie panic Plan it, as a package, pick it and then pack it Trick it and attract it, throw a crack then catch it Quick as Richocet Rabbit, quick cause it's a habit To rap it as fast as another brother running rapid [Vin Rock] Never call you Sir, who gives a damn if you Mixalot? East Coast gets the props, producers rock your knot Baby ain't got back, baby got black That's why you see the black baby and you respect that [Treach] Checka check it out, on and on and on, rock on To the breaka breaka dawn it's on "On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" --) Charlie B [Vin Rock] Make room for one rude boy, bad mood boy, new and old school boy Now watch a true man take out all the school boys And don't get out of touch cause you just get a slut With a "Closed For Repair" sign on your nuts [Treach] Yeah we're the thing slangers, body boom bangers Breaking in your shit with a hanger Damn real I'm gonna live it up Never forgive your cut on my back watching your girl's gap give it up [Vin Rock] I touch you where it hurts first, brutalize you with a verse Criticize, my lyrics work Think about a lost block, black stop I'd rap and make a wack drop then slap you with my back drop [Treach] The boom-bang slap papper's fat fat Step in my path and get that ass cr-crack cracked Checka check it out, on and on and on Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on "On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" (Repeat 2x) [Treach] Singing like a buddha bang, hang out with a true crew down with the coochie bang Brothers come to do the same But monkey see, monkey do, get your monkey ass played [Vin Rock] Individuals get original cause a this a be critical And pickable and pitiful I ain't with the big con heart Ripping other rhymes apart, here to spark me some iron parts [Treach] I stick to a city with some rippple, hit a bitty from the middle Hang on kitties like a cripple nipple Checka check it out, on and on and on Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on "On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" (Repeat 2x) |
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| 2:45 |
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| 10. |
| 2:10 |
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| 4:59 |
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[Freddie Foxx]
Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight Yeah, there's no escape from the terrordome You know I'm nice when I'm bustin' fat rhymes on the metronome MC's never pass the mic to the Foxxx, cause Once I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has-was I beat you down on stage and when the battle's over You'll be leaving your show in a hearse Nova I'm flippin' the x's three times and I'm back again See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in But once I hit New York and they losened the chains I went and bought me a Tec, now I'm wild, insane I'm on a hunt for a rapper who want to turn singer I got my beat-em-down bat and a itchy finger So if you're nice with the mic and you want to flip I'm the rap bounty hunter and it's time to get yo ass whipped Yeah, I'm comin' from the streets, pop And please fight back, so you can get dropped It's time to see who's nice and who can really rap I smack the taste out your mouth, you want to be a mack I'm not tryin' to shake the water and wake the gator But I'ma pass the mic like a hot potato 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 (1 - 2 - 3- 4) [Treach] You fly high... I heard your tape, then flipped the next side lookin for the def side You couldn't be alright if I erased your left side Who's wet dried when Treach tried, next died I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step side Any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back full breeze Blastin' your ass back at full speed Hoes in flow, you know, bimbo And won't stop prayin' and playin' until I'm layin' up in fo' Nowhere to run, nowhere to go I got a solid hip below the belt to make your nuts not grow Here's to all crews that been wack I got a thinkin cap with raps I attached with a chin strap Flash past your girl who's def in the flesh Yes, you can't believe that she said "Treach" The wicked-a-wicked-a-wully-bully Bad and fully and surely bad Ready and willy gettin' ???? glad Dissed in hell and fell in fire I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet wire Give you the whip appeal like Toby Listen, oldie but goldie Take the dough from all who owe me 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 (1 - 2 - 3- 4) [Freddie Foxx] If a rapper disrespect me I smack him in his mouth I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat - boom! then I knock him out I keep heat and keep the clips in my sock When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the block Yeah, Freddie Foxx on a rampage Every time I touch the mic the police is standin' front stage 'Cause I been labeled as a troublemaker I send my baddest girl to your house to play the heart breaker She'll lay you down and put hickeys on your chest Then turn around and blast you with a .33 shot Tec You couldn't rap, you was wack from the get-go So you got bumped off by my head hoe Called by the Militant Mack, my mentality is jail Long as I'm strapped I can't fail Check this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye with it A piece of steel with a screen on top, I'm gettin fly with it I'm bringin' suckers to the street again 'Cause them same broke-ass niggas ridin' on my meat again Mr. Microphone flipped the beat again Suckers got caught with the rhyme, felt the heat again I'm breakin' it down, lettin' you know I'm never lettin' go I beat your brother down, punk, just to let you know This is hip-hop, gee, not 'hit pop' You mess around with the beats, get your boots knocked I'ma slide, I'm in her when I see you suckers later As I pass the mic like a hot potato 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 (1 - 2 - 3- 4) [Treach] Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin pimp, why Sleepin with a limp eye Pass the hot potato, Treach done ???? chop to french fries Mad as a murder vet, man, it'll hurt a set Well, to hell with you and your fat-o with the gurtle neck So ol' golddigger, dig some dirt, there you have it Want ring or a marriage, go get the carrot from a rabbit Before I stab him for his lucky foot Hit him with a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look how lucky looks I'm not a chip on your shoulder, I'm a boulder on a path Left a gash, you catch a headache in your ass Class I'm disrespectin', I won't see you trippin', clown Shh - when I do, you be trippin', slippin' and fallin' down All's left to call cops When I smack you with a leather wig and make you suckers suede bald spots Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I chuckle You couldn't knock boots with a muthafuckin' knuckle It's on, what's more, talk and get a boo-boo from your jaw It's easy as 1-2-3-4 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 (1 - 2 - 3- 4) [ Treach ] That's what I'm talkin 'bout Word up 4 potatoes 4 verses Some hard rough stuff for all those hungry MC's out there, you know what I'm sayin' [Freddie Foxx] Yeah baby Nothin' commercial about this The Militant Mack in the house And I got a right hand for all that try to stand in my face and front Believe that And I'm comin' straight from the streets Word up |
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| 2:51 |
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