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
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
einfach gecancelt, wenn mein Coolheitsgrad dich blendet, du als Fu?abtreter endest, seh wie Enemys die Energie beim Wutanfall verschwenden, ja es stimmt ich war erst Hip Hop
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
: Ghostface] We must remind you Where this rap come from Yes my brother, my sister It's our duty, we must remind you Hip hop was set out in the park We
break your windshield, your jeep stall Mr. Traffic, dumbin shit, from ecclesiastic Cashier, holdin out, fine, cut off the plastic See the logo? A monument in hip-hop
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
sold out tour In L.A.,I max out real hard When I'm in New York,I bill with the Gods So don't try to deny me my proper juice E.cuts the records and the
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.
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
I don't know my own limit This Alkaholik shit is for real, it ain't a gimmick You might fuck around and catch a liver disease fuckin with these Likwit MC's, Hip-Hop
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
: 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
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