DJ Kay Slay - Real Hip Hop Lyrics
(Intro)Yeah, everybody back up from behind the ropesIf you're not Dj or a rapper, get behind the ropeYou don't understand, you got weed?! No, he goodCo me ova here. Yo, next, shawty with them daisy duke thuxkLet ‘er thru! Stop blockin' the femalesGet a seven for that modlex, sonHell no, babe, exact, get up outta hereAye, yo, stop pickin' the wire, you gon' make it come off the lamp post, manDamn!(Verse)I'm from the same hood as the MOP, same borrough as BiggieSame block as Fab, same town as 50Look at my hand, I tattered my whole cityOn my right arm I got a bottle of RemyMy whole life, i always been skinnyBut I ain't scared of you big niggas, I keep busyMurderer like Ja-Rule-Black-Child,I'm that fall' with the Mac like ThristenI'm that imperialism, first materialismDoctor Mellow Kayo with the yo rhythmYou be in everybody video, really don't listenYou ain't a gangsta, you just a video vixenUntraceable murder, but the city don't miss ‘emA ***** back sniper's gun with the serial missin'This LL with this cango is stereo chillin'The new book of Bhusta Rhymes with scenario written(Hook x2)To the hip-hop, you don't stopThe real hip-hop, we won't stop(Verse)Got sirens, gun smoke from Glocks firin'Dead bodies, cryn mothers, they child linin'Red bally, fly brother without try meHold brick on the stove, we call it pop pillin'Spit mean, I can't lose, the flow is scarecrow who still on the shelf like tamfooI don't even know what yo man do, I'm strapped like bambooYou get washed in there like shampooHuh, I'm tryna mark at the game, slow down all my competitorsProfit the fame, far from the lane, skies guilted when it rainI talk when I aim, the boss, like spurrin' with BaneThis cat here repeatin' my new gooMac black end, material Sun WuStripes in the rim, I'm wearin' my new shoesSilence the Mac-10, or you hear us the (pow pow)(Hook x2)Feel the hip-hop, you don't stopThe real hip-hop, we won't stop(Verse)I've been a OG since I was in the dirt and the playpenNow I'm seein' niggas gettin' hurt in the state penDuffle bag playn on niggas like amen,Stayn a plate, then if you don't want me to break lensFresh off the porch, mah'*****ers get chased inI'm only 6.2″, but get treated like 8.10″A giant of a man, I bubble like the hood oafFryn in the pan, might buck you like I'm O2Iron in the hand, I'll thrust you like a low blowBlow fightin' with the champ, caught you lying on the standDamn, it was all good till a week-agoTill I came thru and made the speaker blowGame changer, grown man, gang bangerProduce banner, game banner, same angerSo keep speakin', I guarantee that you keep leakin'It's a fact, I'm bout to clean up their act when I street sweep ‘em
