LL Cool J - Hip Hop Lyrics
Intro:Word up! yknowhutimsayin?I gotta globe in the world in the mail todayNahimsayin? heh, word up!Uhh, kid told me yo, the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocketNahmean?Make a brother feel good, word up!Brother feel energisedI wanna dedicate this one to the game that put me on the mapYnahimsayin?I know you love it, the game is so irresistable to touchYou should see me when fienin for microphones that I can clutchDroppin bombs, combinin the club attractsLike the ol sugarhill gang, king tim and fatbackTheres no question the suggestion was madeThe foundation was laid when the furious playedGrandmaster flash slayed the competition that was wishinThey could serve the technician with the number one positionUhh, the real deal, fearless four scoredBambataa was hotter, spoony was givin em nuttaAn I was all up in my headzone, melody and allCosign and the movement sayin yes, yes yallIts just the love affair that never endedI recommended that I take microphones and blow em up, aint that splendidThis one goes out to all the hip-hop do-or-diersA song is dedicated to the music I admireChorus:Whenever and everWe want you, I need you (I need hip-hop)Whenever and everWe want you, do you feel the same way too? (I need hip-hop)Kanes era was terror, he warmed it upParrish and erick cat lyrics thatll make ya turn it upAnd I was in the cut, chillin in my drop-top benzWith friends, loungin with my mens, laughin bout all the endsThat I spends, making snaps, pumping kool g rap and bizDapper don, dookie wrotes Im about to show what time it isAt the rooftop, I was with doug e.fresh and slick rickla di da di, who likes to party? was the fat shitI mean I saw this hip-hop thing on every levelChuck d, pe, yes the rhythm and the rebelI can reminisce the black fist, uzi, terminatorsTerror doom techniques that terrorise the lighter shadeIts all about the game that we play everydayEric b & rakim flow to such a diffrent wayIm lovin hip-hop cos it help brothers escapeLets celebrate our music people before its too lateChorusSurvival of the fittest-mobb deep, and lost boyzLickin shots got the game hotThey even flipped on 2pacSnoop doggy dogg put the west coast in gearDr dre, nwa, eazy es in hereI wanna tell the world they just dont understandMy man nas escobar, wu-tang clanKeith murray to the redman, down south da bratMy people are you with me where you at? ...ya peep that?Im on a mission to rejuvenate the funkBring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they wantWhen you hear craig mack, notorious b.i.g.Latifah, heavy d, you should reminisce of meSome say its naughty by nature-hip-hop in all its gloryA fleet of battleships floatin in diffrent categoriesMy love affair with hip-hopll never fade awaySincerely yours, ll cool jChorus to fadeOutro: (over chorus)Yeah, aint no doubt about it kid, knowimsayin?Hip-hops the game, helped a lot of brothers escapeTake it to another level, knowimsayin?Its our music, we own this music, knowhutimsayin?Word life! I wanna give a couple of shoutouts here, knowhutimsayin?First of all, I wanna thank my man baby chris, ynahmean?Helped me put this mr. smith...mr.smith album togetherMake it hot, knowimsayin?Thank the trackmasters-*? pope tone? *, steve stoutWe definitely turning this joint out, ynahmeanWord bond! hip-hop for life, kid!Yeah!
