Hip-Hop Hippie

Lyrics

[Intro: Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta)] We could make love Instead of making war We could make love Instead of making war Uh! Yeah! I truly believe, I really believe It's what we're here for [Verse 1: Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta)] Ayyo This joint here's for promotional use only The point's for you to pump it and show it to a few homies This when my name'll gain fame and recognition I'll be on whichever station, telling you to listen And cop my shit when it drops next winter Don't quit yet, kid—I'm not quite finished. I Smoke spinach (Uh!), gulp Guinness (Uh!) It's HashBoy, motherfucker, we up in this (Uh!) Puerto Rican with the luck of the Irish And if I win a Grammy, I'm coming through stylish With cowboy boots on the color of violet A holster on my hip and a blunt on the side of my lips Take a hit for the next generation I'm like Ricky Williams, baby, I'm meditating (Uh!) Forget the fortune and fame. I'd rather levitate Back to where I came from, kid. Get it straight [Hook: Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta)] Oh, I'm feeling so fine I got love on my mind We could party like it's Nineteen-Sixty-Nine Yes, I'm feeling so free Like I'm LSD We could party like it's Nineteen-Sixty-Three [Verse 2: Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta)] I'll lead us back Like Fat Joe with a fat bag of that green sack Of that dro, that sticky, that roll—see that? Now that's flow. I'm a certified pro I've been in it for a minute, let the purple lye blow. I'll put A hurting on a verse if I choose to, but sometimes I feel like you don't deserve for me to amuse you I'm Coop, cool with the toolie, rude and unruly, outfit Loud, people be like, "Wow, who he?" Anthony Cruz is my government nomenclature And I'm still hustling 'cause I'm low on paper But I'm still bubbling just to front for them haters Not a pimp or a player, but chicks do lay up with The kid on some midnight ish, watching indie flicks Can't count how many spliffs we hit And this is simply bliss, and I'm A hip-hop hippie on some Sixties shit. It go: [Hook: Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta)] Oh, I'm feeling so fine I got love on my mind We could party like it's Nineteen-Sixty-Nine Yes, I'm feeling so free Like I'm LSD We could party like it's Nineteen-Sixty-Three [Verse 3: Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta)] And I don't Need no fancy rings or no flashy things Just some tambourines and a crowd who could Gather 'round, dance, and sing. Yup, that's my thing Yup, that's what happiness could bring, and I still Have to rap because rap is my thing, but sometimes I hate rapping 'cause rapping could be so Gimmicky and frolicky, and that's not me I'm a hip-hop hippie, so please pass the broccoli This is quite possibly the last time I emcee And if it is, then RIP to me, but I'm still Gon' party like it's Nineteen-Sixty- -Something and keep the good vibes coming. It go: [Hook: Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta)] Oh, I'm feeling so fine I got love on my mind We could party like it's Nineteen-Sixty-Nine Yes, I'm feeling so free Like I'm LSD We could party like it's Nineteen-Sixty-Three [Outro: Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta)] We could make love Instead of making war Uh! Yeah! I truly believe, I really believe It's what we're here for