[repeat in background of intro]

[scratching] "Alright.. it's OK"



[Krumb Snatcha]

Hip hop.. hip hop [x4]



This one here's dedicated to a special part of my life that's missing

If she's listenin, this one's dedicated to you

Come on, uhh



[Verse 1]

I remeber '89 when I   ride the train

Did the knowledge to the bombers that was taggin up the name

Ghetto fame, was the only destiny

Some will be remembered, while the other rest will be..

Forgotten, hip hoppin on the old project roofs

Now it's bulletproofs, gettin wild, Cristal, eighty booth,

or get the bubblegoose, pass the O.E. boo

And let me reminisce of Hip-Hop and the things we used to do

I used to put 'em in positions, on top of a cardboard

Poppin and breakin and get it open like a condor

She been on rap tours for months

Liqour and blunts, doin raps, holdin gats, and rockin gold fronts

Before that rap in the Vicki Secret and Martinis

We was givin ourselves, nicknames in graffiti

Now it's Tahiti, hotels, suites, chanels

Italian shoes, now your rockin silk pastels

I can tell if our ending's, near or far

Now you drive expensive cars, hang with A and Nas

Left me and Kingo, to rap about your bankroll

Your fo', night after night after you do a pack rat show

I don't know, why you don't come around, how it sound

You hang with cowboys and Nino Brown

I miss you, but now you hold a pistol

Put it down c'mere, cuz Snatcha wanna kiss you



[Chorus x2]

I miss Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)

Yo where can she be?

Can't she see and hop along right here with me



[Verse 2]

Night after night I cry to sleep fearin the end

I called the Zulu Nation to help look for this lost friend

I went all around and asked everyone,

There's rumors she's seein some guy named KRS-One

I'm lost son, I hope Hip-Hop can hear

Without her there's no need for me to be here

We used to rock the radio, shack tables, the Realistics

I was simplistic but now your materialistic

Got to have the Technics, the minute, you sample her

Threw the beatmachine and keyboards inside the hamper

Havin temper-tantrums all on stage, just to get paid

Your gettin arrested, put on the front page

Never in my life I thought you'd act like this

The feelings I have for this longtime mis-tress

I reminisce in the basement with her for hours

And after verbal intercourse, I take a long shower (shower)

But all of a sudden, you don't wanna see me

Unsatisfied with 12" and got a CD

Can it be, her goddess listenin to this?

Cuz all I want Hip-Hop back with me for Christmas

I miss this, special part of my life

And when I see her again I'll make it sure she's my wife



[Chorus x4]

I miss Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)

Yo where can she be?

Can't she see and hop along right here with me



[repeat in background of outro]

[scratching] "Alright.. it's OK"



Ya move it to the left and the right y'all

Everybody represent this here right y'all

All the breakers gotta hit the dancefloor now

Graffiti artists, raise hands in the air y'all

Uh, uh uh..