Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hype, artist - Erick Sermon. Album song No Pressure, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.10.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
The Hype |
{Beastie Boys sample: |
«Here's a little story I gots to tell» repeats in background} |
Hype, one two like that y’all |
Check it out one two y’all |
It’s the beat, that make it one and two y’all |
It’s the beat, that makes me wanna? |
Peace to my niggas |
Peace to my mens |
Like that, one two y’all, check it out |
Sunday’s here, the end of the week |
And the club’s packed and shit, I feel like freakin |
Pick up the phone, call my niggas, «Yo whattup dude? |
Need me a bitch man, to put me in the fuckin mood |
Check this here — I’ll pick you up around twelve o’clock |
Right around the parking lot, I’ll find a spot |
It’s on, man I’ll see you soon |
In about twelve hours, yeah past noon» |
It’s the hype yo |
It’s the hype |
Word, pulled up brake, ehh, by the front door |
Parlay, and I stepped out hardcore |
I tipped the boy park the car in the front |
Not the back, in case I have to run and get my strap |
I walked inside, somebody sing, «Errrick Serrrmon» |
That’s me, got me in free |
Looked around the club, man no half-steppin |
Walked straight up, to the V.I.P. |
section |
Sat by the wall, so I can see what’s happenin |
My boys spread out, got their girls, and rappin |
Oh no, I see a girl comin towards me |
Posse deep, so I paused for the cause G |
She approached me, hi, told me her name |
I told her my name, then kicked the game |
Sat beside me, like Little Miss Tuffet (hello) |
Talkin bullshit, knowin I want to fuck it |
Basically, I figured she was widdit |
So I pulled out my ink pen and exchanged the phone digits |
Gimme a call when you get to your crib |
So I can get directions, right to where you live |
She smiled, and left, the girl was wide open |
I’m no jokin, when the E blows the smoke in |
Check the Rolex, asked for my check |
The waitress came over in a pair of black spandex (whoo!) |
Gave me a look like, «Aren't you Erick Sermon?» |
«Yes, and who is it concernin?» |
Me, that’s the hype |
It’s the hype |
I asked her, «What time you get off?» |
«Oh, in 15 minutes» |
So I stormed the bitch like a blizzard |
«Umm, can I take you home?» |
«Sure meet me in the parking lot |
I’ll flash my high beams, so you can find my spot» |
She came out — MAN, she was all that |
Cool like that, and stacked like that |
She jumped in with a wide open grin |
Before I went to her crib, I dropped off my best friend |
Got to his house, and gave him dap |
He knew what time it was, so he passed me a jim hat |
Got to her house, then parked the Jeep |
I asked her who was home she said her sister but she sleep |
Walked upstairs, right into the room |
With one skylight lookin straight at the moon (yep yep) |
She wasted no time, man she was on it |
Grabbed for the bozack, and her hands was packed |
Took off our clothes, went to work, man trust me |
I heard someone knockin, somebody tried to bust me |
It was her sister, man I must be buggin (ahh shit!) |
It’s the same girl, I met from the night clubbers |
«That's your sister? |
Oh I didn’t know -- I’ll go» |
And they both screamed, «Hell no!» |
They smiled, with a devilish grin |
And the other sister jumped in |
That’s the hype |
It’s the hype yo |
That’s the hype |
Word em up, one two it’s the hype, check it out yo yo |
It’s the hype yo |
It’s the hype, yo it’s the hype, word em up it’s the hype |
Yo ?, take em out |