Artist: Joell Ortiz Album: The Brick (Bodega Chronicles) Song: Hip Hop Please Rate and Comment!!! Lyrics: Yo do me a favor? (what?) Accidentally step on your white sunglasses (ha ha ha) We don't wear those over here, this is hip-hop (uh-huh) This is Carhart jackets (yeah) Timberland boots unlaced (yup) This is Champion hoodies, chicken wings and french fries (uhh) RIP pieces on the handball court (you see it) This is us still fightin police brutality (AH-HAH!) [Jadakiss] Everybody runnin they mouth 'bout how they real Ringtones blowin the doors off album sales Need to be tellin the people 'bout how they feel So that's how it all started, I'm surprised they feel ill Music just ain't what it used to We used to have songs that, you could shoplift or boost to This is the truth too, listen we gon' pop in the Juice Crew Then run up in the mall, get loose boo Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes Five Percenters teachin the god lines Two turntables, a mixer, few speakers Haze didn't exist yet, they blew reefer Pink Champale, plenty of malt liquor Extension cord was ran through grandma's kitchen Fashion statements, bats was safe then Now, D-Block Royal bash your face in [Chorus 2X: Joell Ortiz] Aww man (man) this is hip-hop Hands up, if you forever a fan of hip-hop I wake up hip-hop, go to sleep hip-hop Dream about hip-hop, cause I am hip-hop [Joell Ortiz] Uhh, geah, check I said hip-hop, started out in the park Man I knew it was goin down from the start I be backstage ...
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