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Mathematics - Hip Hop 101 lyrics
f/ Allah Real, Born Justice, M-Speed, Prodigal Sunn, ShaCronz [Prodigal Sunn] Yo.. yeah that's the shit Yo 'Preme roll it up son This smells good, huh? huh? Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh-huh The bitches in the party, 21 and up From the streets, sophisticated, Cozmo in the cup See you niggaz mug shot, grilling wide Cause your bitch got the husk of a thug That's a billing plus a villain I'm about million, keep playing around like children Your mother, father, brother, sister never know who killed them Say my name in your jurisdiction Y'all niggaz non-fiction What y'all niggaz know about friction? Man listen, when I got a pot to piss in Hot chicken with some rice and beans I rock the ice and gleam Cutie booty with the Gucci jeans She heard of my team, fire like gasoline Bout to get y'all niggaz jumping like some trampoline How she want that? Anaconda up in her stomach She felt me comin 'round the corner when I come As I move to the bass and drum I fear none [M-Speed] Ayyo I love this game for real For hip hop - chill Lie, cheat and steal Rap pays the bills Who's tired of hearing wack shit? Make me wanna clap shit We all is some rap kid Got this in the bag kid The flow is ridiculous In other words sick with this How you gon' get with this? Hot track, flip with this Murder words and heard This, that and the third Shit flows out nigga This is one turf "Hip hop set out the dark" (x2) "Niggaz do.." (x2) [Born Justice] Up in the club with a drink in my hand Some bitch done got slapped, screaming "That's my man!" Damn, that's the type of shit I can't stand What a girl do to be ya number one fan Brothers put away your guns Fuck that - we fumble shit and came to have fun All up in the mix trying to bag my bitch Mad cause you can't rock the mic like this [ShaCronz] I'm from a class of the great Here comes a bastard case Under pressure these dudes crack like plastic clays I stay roasted, smoke hash, laugh and spray When it comes to ass I'm like drop dudes, don't have to wait My glass hit let the heat go Whenever we need those Flow tighter than Speedos Never let my grief show Spray shots, stay wop, my niggaz hate cops Catch me at the haze spot We're about eight blocks And a few chicks watch the God do this Nuisance to the mic, I might lose this Mind outta control but control the nine For these chicks my love grow with time [Allah Real] Years of playing out in the rain Your momma does the does She says that we were bad I thought I'd never going on She wild, so now she's on For girl you look so sad I met Doo Wop when you feel in love Touchin me, I told you not to grind while you clutchin me Do you remember the love? Do you remember the love? You left me cold out to diiieee Now I'm loveless, all by myself "Hip-hop.. hip-hop.. hip-hop set out in the park" "Niggaz do.." |
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