Lyrics This Is Hip Hop - Ryan Cali

This Is Hip Hop

Turf Studios
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Check it
Jo
Ryan Cali boy shout out to the West Coast (West Coast)
I spit the best flows, somebody let Flex know (let him know)
Let’s go, the world is mine, that Esco (Escobar)
I flex those muscles, piecing the puzzles (yah)
Looking up, no ceiling above us, leading my brothers (ey)
Bromance, coming for me, ya got no chance (ha)
Slow dance round these hoes, ya got no plans (nah)
You another copy and paste, ya got no fans
Go ham, six days a week like I’m your postman
Cause oh man, I need a day to gt me programmed
Back to the hustl, I will smack if a hustler
Tryna grab what I started, fix your mouth with a muzzle
Turn the beat down, hit these suckers with a beatdown
Sweat dripping down my balls, won’t turn the heat down
Knees down, kiss my feet, I showed you the game
Breathe now, let me speak cause dog I can’t be tamed
Ey, ey, this is Hip Hop baby
This is, this is, this is Hip Hop baby
(Baby, baaby, baby, baaby)
This is, this is, this is Hip Hop baby
(Baby, baaby, baby, baaby)
This is Hip Hop baby
Check it, Jo, don’t ever disrespect me (nah)
I put my foot in your ass and it can end up deadly (ha)
I got the stove heating up, I cook em like spaghetti (cook em)
I came straight outta the hills man they were never ready (nah)
Yeah I roll with the cure like I know doctor Sebi (ey)
No need to tell me I’m hot, I know I’m hot already (I know)
Ya might not understand but I know the block will get me (the block)
I will reach for the stars, I got no sucker in me (no)
Check it, It’s a trip, It’s a wild life (wild life)
Let it go, turn it up when the time’s right (yah)
She in pain, she forgot how to smile right (ey)
Hungover cause she had another wild night (wooo)
Take her home, clean her up (ey)
Get her wet in the zone, get it on, beat it up (beat it up)
We on our way, don’t you try to fuck this up (nah)
I gotta a good thing going, I will never give it up (Ryan cali ya)
This is, this is, this is, this is Hip Hop baby
(Baby, baaby, baby, baaby)
This is, this is, this is Hip Hop baby
(Put em up now, put em up now, put your motherfucking hands up ya, comon)
This is, this is, this is Hip Hop baby
(Baby, baaby)
This is, this is, this is Hip Hop baby
Check it, this ones to ride too (ride to)
Light breeze outside with the sky blue (sky blue)
Pay them haters no mind, let em eye you
My phone got 31 messages to reply to
I’m stressed out (stressed out)
Came to see what the West bout
Love it up here, bad chicks with their ass out (eyyy)
Still I pay em no mind
I gotta roll for the team, I can’t lay this shit down (I can’t lay it down)
Look at me now (look t me now)
Still aiming for them big dreams (ey)
I be hungry as fuck, woke up with the munchies
Rolling bluntskis smoking under palm trees
Thought I had it but I''m still missing some things (yeah)
Jo, see I strive for perfection
I get to the limit and that shit gets depressing (ey)
Run in the studio and crush every session
I’m taking your shit put it down, get to stepping boy
Ey, ey, this is Hip Hop baby
(Put them hands up, put your hands up)
This is, this is, this is Hip Hop baby
(Wave em side to side, now wave em side to side)
This is, this is, this is Hip Hop baby
This is, this is, this is Hip Hop baby