Songtexte:
Bizarre Hip Hop

hip hop...man, I won't stop Yo Big Boi (What up?) Gimme a beatbox [beatbox] [Chorus] Hip hop, hip hop Hip hop Hip hop Hip hop [Verse 2: Bizarre] From

mon J.O.B, la on me respecte J'ai des skills pis une voix sexy C'tun 60eme show, c'est juste du real dans ma biographie B-boy, hip hop cv, Bakawa 2 J

Thai skunk It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps We sip lots of liq' shots It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I kickboxed

boy Cuz I don't smoke or drink alcohol She claims that I'm criminal like last weeks thief at the mall Some say I don't sound like hip hop suppose to

Red And plus your little black... is cute with your dreads Bet you ain't never had a nigga that roll a six-fo Hit a switch and then hop into a six double

it It's fine, avidly hated When I rhyme tragically premeditated raps should be segregated Wack emcees and emcees with skills should be separated Debated in Hip-Hop

the artist become a target Pop music is the black market Recently we witness bizarre shit The war hit the same time as sars hit Terrorists send bombs at the concert The show must go on yo regardless We're just made hip hop

dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap but what you're making ain't hip hop b Get your clothes

By d-12 / 50 cent The rap game, Hip hop 101, The hardest 9 ta 5 you will ever have, You can't learn this shit in no history book, You ready to rap motherfucker