Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hip Hop, artist - A Surgeon. Album song A Surgeon the Remixes, in the genre Драм-н-бэйсDate of issue: 30.07.2012
Record label: TDM
Song language: English
Hip Hop |
| Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 |
| Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh |
| All my dogs |
| It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip |
| It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop |
| Uh, one thing 'bout music, when it hit you feel no pain |
| White folks says it controls your brain — I know better than that, that’s game |
| And we’re ready for that two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got |
| the gat? |
| And where my army at? |
| Rather attack and not react |
| Back the beats, it don’t reflect on how many records get sold |
| On sex, drugs and rock and roll, whether your project’s put on hold |
| In the real world, these just people with ideas |
| They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear |
| Again the real world (world), it’s bigger than all these fake ass records |
| When poor folks got the millions and my woman’s disrespected |
| If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax |
| Just do what you got to do, if that don’t work then kick the facts |
| If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter |
| Or you wanna just get high, then just say it |
| But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry |
| Agent with a wire, I’m gonna know it when I play it |
| It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip |
| It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop |
| Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? |
| If we don’t get them, they gonna get us all |
| I’m down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall |
| We rock for y’all, all my dogs stay real |
| Nigga don’t think these record deals gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills |
| Because they not, MC’s get a little bit of love and think they hot |
| Talkin' bout how much money they got, all y’all records sound the same |
| I sick of that fake thug, R&B, rap scenario all day on the radio |
| Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y’all don’t here me though |
| These record labels slang our tapes like dope |
| You can be next in line and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke |
| You would rather have a Lexus or justice? |
| A dream or some substance? |
| A Beamer, a necklace or freedom? |
| Still a nigga like me don’t playa' hate, I just stay awake this real hip hop |
| And it don’t stop until we get the po-po off the block |
| They call it hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip |
| It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip |
| It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip |
| It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop |
| DP’s got that crazy shit |
| We keep it crunk up, John Blaze’d and shit, what |
| DP’s got that crazy shit |
| We keep it crunk up, John Blaze’d and shit, what ya niggas wanna do |
| DP’s got that crazy shit |
| We keep it crunk up, John Blaze’d and shit, 1, 2, 1, 2 |
| DP’s got that crazy shit |
| We keep it crunk up, John Blaze’d and shit |
| DP’s got that crazy shit |
| We keep it crunk up… |
| They call it… |
| Fake, fake, fake records… |