| This ain’t rapping, this is street hop
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| Now get up off your ass like your seat’s hot
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| Now get up, this ain’t rapping, this is street hop
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| Now get up off your ass like your seat’s hot
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| Now get up
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| Street hop nigga, more than a rapper
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| H O P, Howie owns powder
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| Buy and sell, got multiple lines on sale
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| Cause I ain’t tryna join my nigga rum in the cell
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| Phony niggas running rampant
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| Mainly family and friends, why they shit, cool cat trick
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| Never play it dumb, he get close
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| A nigga play you, played em with the toast
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| East, wheat, bread, dough
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| Rubber bands, waist band, 3 plus 4
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| 7, Trey Pizzy, ain’t no guessing, I gets busy
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| With all this work it makes sense
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| 30 thousand in change when every bird went
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| South, west, east, even north
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| I bring them wherever as long as they pay the cost
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| Ave a young boss
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| This ain’t rapping, this is street hop
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| Now get up off your ass like your seat’s hot
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| Now get up, this ain’t rapping, this is street hop
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| Now get up off your ass like your seat’s hot
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| Now get up
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| Still street with it, niggas hold heat frigid
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| Getting complex, beyond fresh, a magnifique blizzard
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| Deep dishes spinning like the weights behind the driver’s wheel
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| None for diction with a vixen, I’m the livest, still survivors skill better
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| You, I’m giving Queens the credit
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| I’ll take your wife in just a swipe it’s like I pay with debit
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| Life’s a net, set it up, bet it when it’s necessary
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| Fuck being legendary, living in a cemetery
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| I want to shine now, glowing in the present
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| Flowing in the desert while we opening the pheasant
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| Provide orders, and we ride daughters fly hoarders
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| Just getting by taught us, now we gone supply snorters
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| Shining like an April birthstone, rocking the earth tone
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| Full clip, shit in my whip, I’m in my work zone
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| Insert chrome, right in your mouth to get a point across
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| It’s summertime, I’m bout to cop another joint to floss
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| This ain’t rapping, this is street hop
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| Now get up off your ass like your seat’s hot
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| Now get up, this ain’t rapping, this is street hop
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| Now get up off your ass like your seat’s hot
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| Now get up
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| It’s the young polo massacre, spirit channeled through Africa
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| Hammer, I swing like Gallagher
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| I serve the work out the Challenger
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| Fuck collateral, crack, xannies, and Adderall
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| Anything for them c notes, gained the Cee Lo, we out in Reno
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| Serve on the D low, just so happened I rap
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| My girl the color of Jim Crow, it just so happen I’m black
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| Sported the slacks when I bought the yacht
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| Rode in the socks, left my phone in the drop
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| I need some time to my self
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| Just to think, smoke a new down in a blink
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| Start the grill, toast to me at the start of the meal
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| , Ebonics is spoken over the table
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| Steak cut, backwudz get emptied and rolled into blunts
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| And those get passed to my niggas
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| Damn, I got a little ash on my knickers
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| Launder the money through the soda club
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| My bitch Christian but she hold drugs
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| It’s Porter, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Hop , by - Meyhem Lauren. Song from the album Silk Pyramids, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп