Dj Kay Slay
Dj Kay Slay - Real Hip Hop songtekst
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(Intro) Yeah, everybody back up from behind the ropes If you're not Dj or a rapper, get behind the rope You don't understand, you got weed?! No, he good Co me ova here. Yo, next, shawty with them daisy duke thuxk Let ââ?¬Ë?er thru! Stop blockin' the females Get a seven for that modlex, son Hell no, babe, exact, get up outta here Aye, yo, stop pickin' the wire, you gon' make it come off the lamp post, man Damn! (Verse) I'm from the same hood as the MOP, same borrough as Biggie Same block as Fab, same town as 50 Look at my hand, I tattered my whole city On my right arm I got a bottle of Remy My whole life, i always been skinny But I ain't scared of you big niggas, I keep busy Murderer like Ja-Rule-Black-Child, I'm that fall' with the Mac like Thristen I'm that imperialism, first materialism Doctor Mellow Kayo with the yo rhythm You be in everybody video, really don't listen You ain't a gangsta, you just a video vixen Untraceable murder, but the city don't miss ââ?¬Ë?em A cock back sniper's gun with the serial missin' This LL with this cango is stereo chillin' The new book of Bhusta Rhymes with scenario written (Hook x2) To the hip-hop, you don't stop The real hip-hop, we won't stop (Verse) Got sirens, gun smoke from Glocks firin' Dead bodies, cryn mothers, they child linin' Red bally, fly brother without try me Hold brick on the stove, we call it pop pillin' Spit mean, I can't lose, the flow is scarecrow who still on the shelf like tamfoo I don't even know what yo man do, I'm strapped like bamboo You get washed in there like shampoo Huh, I'm tryna mark at the game, slow down all my competitors Profit the fame, far from the lane, skies guilted when it rain I talk when I aim, the boss, like spurrin' with Bane This cat here repeatin' my new goo Mac black end, material Sun Wu Stripes in the rim, I'm wearin' my new shoes Silence the Mac-10, or you hear us the (pow pow) (Hook x2) Feel the hip-hop, you don't stop The real hip-hop, we won't stop (Verse) I've been a OG since I was in the dirt and the playpen Now I'm seein' niggas gettin' hurt in the state pen Duffle bag playn on niggas like amen, Stayn a plate, then if you don't want me to break lens Fresh off the porch, mah'fuckers get chased in I'm only 6.2ââ?¬Â³, but get treated like 8.10ââ?¬Â³ A giant of a man, I bubble like the hood oaf Fryn in the pan, might buck you like I'm O2 Iron in the hand, I'll thrust you like a low blow Blow fightin' with the champ, caught you lying on the stand Damn, it was all good till a week-ago Till I came thru and made the speaker blow Game changer, grown man, gang banger Produce banner, game banner, same anger So keep speakin', I guarantee that you keep leakin' It's a fact, I'm bout to clean up their act when I street sweep ââ?¬Ë?em