H.I.P.H.O.P. 歌词

歌曲名:H.I.P.H.O.P.

歌手:KRS-One

专辑:I Got Next

Bizarre Hip Hop (ft. Eminem)

Yeah.. huh..

(HIP HOP HIP HOP HIP HOP)

Turn the mic up a little bit..

(HIP HOP)

Get some of this Cali weedo..

(HIP HOP)

Listen to some motherfuckin..

(HIP HOP)

Haha..

(Sounds like gold, sounds like street, whoo

niggas know they gettin told what they mama did

the rump bumpabumbum in the jeep

these people know what I do with the MPC)

Hip hop, (hip hop) That's the way of life

If you think you're nice, then go grab the mic

Let me tell you my story, cause everybody got one

Grab the pen and pad, and start to jot some

Always told myself, that I would never be losin

Man, I ain't have no hood, my mother was always movin

From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit

Goddamn, mama, what's the point?

So I would go in my room and pack my little bags

Jump in the truck, with my step-dad

When I was 10 years old, I started to feel the hunger

Got a little older, then the force got stronger

And me and my rap partner wasn't seein eye to eye

So we picked up and started a group with some other guys

This is hip hop (hip hop)

Man, I won't stop

Yo Big Boi! "Whattup?" Give me a beatbox

{beatbox}

Hip Hop, Hip Hop..

Hip Hop..

Hip Hop (hip)..

Hip Hop!

Sounds like gold, sounds like street, (whoo)

niggas know they gettin told what they mama did (whoo)

the rump bumpabumbum in the jeep

these people know what I do with the MPC

From the Hip Hop Shop to Maurice Malone

Ten years later, I'm still in the zone

7 Mile and Foyer where a star was born

United we stand, divided we swore (D12!)

Hell yeah, I looked in my car

Bitch, I was homeless, I slept in a jar

And Dirty Management, I wish ya'll the best

But me and my niggas had to do what's best, it was a mess

All them taxes and accounts

Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't by an ounce

And now that we platinum, they diss our name

Like we won't go the car and get them things

And beef, sometimes you don't have a choice

From the fight with Whitey Ford to the Beastie Boys

To the Ja Rules, Benzinos, and the niggas in the club

To the E. Dubbs and niggas that you ain't heard of

And man, I don't know how to use a gun

But I'll learn quick if the fuckin beef come

{gun sprays}

Hip Hop, Hip Hop..

Hip Hop..

Hip Hop (hip)..

Hip Hop!

Sounds like gold, sounds like street, (whoo)

niggas know they gettin told what they mama did (whoo)

the rump bumpabumbum in the jeep

these people know what I do with the MPC

Man, I thought this was supposed to be HIP HOP, HIP HOP

I'd rather be fishin in FLIP FLOPS, FLIP FLOPS

Or cross over to country like Kid Rock, and I

Can't see no country singers beefin over some guitar

Riff to Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seeger

When I was younger I was so eager

To have a gun, I would do the same

Couldn't wait to get to the shootin range

Me and my man Goofy Gary just tryna let loose some steam

Motherfuckers laughin cause I couldn't aim

So I pulled the fuckin target closer and just shoot the thing

I used to have this theory: Keep three bullets in the gun

It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan

For each bullet if you got no CCW license

I tried to apply for one, they said it take 5-6 months

What the fuck am I supposed to do meanwhile when rivals come?

Hide that son of a bitch in the glovebox or inside the trunk

Now.. back to what my three-bullet theory was

I'm triple-platinum, I ain't tryna catch no mrder 1

Figured I'd shoot the womb, probably missin at least one

But the other one's fuck his shoulder and his knee cap up

And I'ma say for self-defense howcome I had the gun

Is because I was at the range, on my way back from

This dude approached me on some bullshit

I'll get a year for each bullet at the most as opposed to

Havin a full clip in that

That was my idiotic logic, it was basically for safety

But it gave me power, and it made me crazy

And psychotic, I just got retarded

Once I got and I thank God it was empty the night I got caught with it

What the fuck man, I thought that it was supposed to be

Hip Hop, Hip Hop..

Hip Hop..

Hip Hop (hip)..

Hip Hop!

Sounds like gold, sounds like street, (whoo)

niggas know they gettin told what they mama did (whoo)

the rump bumpabumbum in the jeep

these people know what I do with the MPC

送人的...的确也是越听越好听...特别那个怪声音...

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