Hip-Hop

Lyrics

[Ad-libs] Yeah, look [Verse 1] I used to stress, they say, "Who Got Next?" No mention, wondered why I hadn't got props yet Go figure, I wished I'd get there quicker Didn't get bitter, I got bigger Got badder, got better In the pourin' rain, the hot weather It was me in my room writin' rhymes In a beanie and a Hang Ten sweater I never stopped, never quit Livin' proof of ambition if it never did live, ha So I could dodge or dip what haters hurl my way Felt the pull o' the booth half a world away If they think they can give me a pearl, then hey Bring it on, motherfucker, c'mon I worked too damn hard for too damn long One in a country o' two man songs Smoked out, I'll pass on the bong I drink my drink 'til the last drop gone We can chat shit 'til the full moon dip Back over the horizon and sunlight hit Time of our lives, who knows if we'll get another? I'm not a gamblin' man, so I just live, brother So real, so ill It ain't what ya (Yeah) think, it's what you (Yeah) feel [Chorus] And it's not for the money, (No) it's not the applause (Nah) When they ask me what I'm doin' this for It's hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, that's what's up Come Hell or high water, sun or snow I could tell you now but you already know It's hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop [Verse 2] I keep it movin' like boot camp A true champion, a fan o' hip-hop, a new plan From when old school crew bump Wu Tang Baggin' grams in the classroom Damn, nowadays, I get blazed I get Phazed Out, beats, that is My membrane's focused, right? Not oversight My flow is like twice Oprah's size after doughnut night And that's fat, it ain't Obese, man It's Crooked Eye but it ain't no beef, man Lookin' back at the road that I rode Only shows, I don't know where the next stretch goes At the start of oh-five, wouldn't've picked that I be where I'm at with Skub and a six pack Pick rap over grades, so I pray I don't look back in five years like should've just quit that But no way that's happenin' I make a substance to livin' off a passion and been travellin' Across the country, stage to stage Interstate flights, rental cars, planes and trains The pace is five, no safety belt across my heart That I'll finish any place but last And I don't need to be rich to have class, livin' large As the brokest (Yeah) motherfucker with a VIP (Yeah) pass [Chorus] And it's not for the money, (No) it's not the applause (Nah) When they ask me what I'm doin' this for It's hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, that's what's up Come Hell or high water, sun or snow I could tell you now but you already know It's hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop [Intro] Yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah [Commentary] You get 'em, Flago, yeah