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!
(Treach)
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.
(Vinnie)
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'
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I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop for today I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray... Ho...Hey...Ho
(Treach)
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. O.P.P. 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...ho...hey!
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!
(Vinnie)
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 (pause) Tippy tippy (pause) 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 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, Jo-Jo, Genae, and every hood gee! That's right my fight is ill Peace goes to L.O.N.S. 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...ho...hey...ho!
