(feat. Pharrell)
I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby

I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby

I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby



Everybody I'd like to announce

Throw you hands up when we in the house

Yeah, this is hip hop baby

I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby



And tell your girl that the tickets is out

And we gon' do it till they kickin' us out

'Cause this is hip hop baby

I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby



Live from the South Side this one

Hide your gun, representing Chi-Town to the fullest

Raps or bullets, see them rappers, they be duckin'

When Com be buckin' in the kitchen, fuckin'



On the sink, got my mama a mink

Think Common is the link, thought the game was extinct

Lay there, them jeans is as slim as Shady

Brought 'em back from the 80's, now let's make some babies



Freestyle paid off so Lincoln paid me

No we can push more whips than slavery

Alex Haley and this rap shit, my roots is deep

You heard the bitch is you, yeah I know what's beef



Let it cook and I pop like grease

You thirsty niggas can't stop my feast, uh

I still love her, she be needin' the dick

When it come to hip hop it's just me and my bitch, uh



Everybody I'd like to announce

Throw you hands up when we in the house

Yeah, this is hip hop baby

I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby



And tell your girl that the tickets is out

And we gon' do it till they kickin' us out

'Cause this is hip hop baby

I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby



Baby, you're like, what the fuck? There is no other

Valet crushed my Rolls so quickly I bought another

Sorry Mr. William moved out the building

Spot to the top, fifty feet with was the ceiling



Slow down son, you're killin' 'em, well funded it was not

Came to shitty deals, reminiscing give me chills

When Puff was with Biggie, Versace on every niggie

The backpacker copped the Porsche and drove to his city



Now all the little bitties from ugly to pretty

I was the magician mesmerize 'em, made 'em listen

My dick is like a Blow Pop baby

And it gets stiffer than some Botox baby



But show out baby and show me you ain't gon' act right

And I'll be pedaling backwards like a track bike

She ain't know the Casio cost a hundred

It's been two years since I done it, now all the rappers want it, what?



Everybody I'd like to announce

Throw you hands up when we in the house

Yeah, this is hip hop baby

I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby



And tell your girl that the tickets is out

And we gon' do it till they kickin' us out

'Cause this is hip hop baby

I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby



As I sit back, relax with Chicago on my back

Unzip the backpack, pull out a fifth of Jack

I'll probably go to jail for, naw that ain't me

I style crazy and act like Jay-Z



The black Kojak, I get money and want mo' stacks

The rap photographer, the way the flow stop

Broads say, "Are you a philosopher?"

"Yeah yeah, I philosophize on top of ya" Uh!



Everybody I'd like to announce

Throw you hands up when we in the house

Yeah, this is hip hop baby

I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby



And tell your girl that the tickets is out

And we gon' do it till they kickin' us out

'Cause this is hip hop baby

I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby