Hip Hop

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop

This one here is dedicated to a special part of my life that's missing

If she's listening, this one's dedicated to you

Come on, uh

I remember '89 when I used to ride the train

Did the knowledge to the bombers that was taggin' up they name

Ghetto fame was the only destiny

Some will be remembered while the other rest will be

Forgotten, hip-hoppin' on the old project roofs

Now it's bulletproofs, gettin' wild, Cristal, 80 proof

Forget the bubblegoose, pass the Olde E brew

And let me reminisce of hip-hop and the things we used to do

I used to put it in positions on top of a cardboard

Pop it and break it and get it open like a car door

She been on rap tours for months, liquor and blunts

Doin' raps, holdin' gats, and rockin' gold fronts

Before that rappin' to Vicky's Secret and martinis

We was givin' ourself nicknames with graffiti

Now it's Tahiti, hotels, suites, Chanels

Italian shoes, now you're rockin' silk pastels

I can't tell if our ending's near or far

Now you drive expensive cars, hang with A&R's

Left me and Kangol to rap about your bankroll

You're faux, night after night after you do a packed rap show

I don't know why you don't come around

How it sound, you hang with cowboys and Nino Brown

I miss you, but now you hold a pistol

Put it down, come here, come snatch, I wanna kiss you

I miss hip-hop (Hip-hop), yo, where can she be?

Can't you see her pop along right here with me?

I miss hip-hop (Hip-hop), yo, where can she be?

Can't you see her pop along right here with me?

Night after night, I cry to sleep, fearin' the end

I called the Zulu Nation to help look for this lost friend

I went all around and asked everyone

There's rumors she's seein' some guy named KRS-One

I'm lost, son, I hope hip-hop can hear

Without her, there's no need for me to be here

We used to rock the Radio Shack tables, the Realistiks