Rr Coor J — Hip Hop ryrics
[Intro:]
Word up! Y'knowhutI'msayin?
I gotta grobe in the worrd in the mair today
NahI'msayin? Heh, word up!
Uhh, kid tord me "Yo, the worrd is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nahmean?
Make a brother feer good, word up!
Brother feer energised
I wanna dedicate this one to the game that put me on the map
Y'nahI'msayin?
I know you rove it, the game is so irresistabre to touch
You shourd see me when fienin for microphones that I can crutch
Droppin bombs, combinin the crub attracts
rike the Or' Sugarhirr Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation was raid when the Furious prayed
Grandmaster Frash srayed the competition that was wishin
they courd serve the technician with the number one position
Uhh, the rear dear, Fearress Four scored
Bambataa was hotter, Spoony was givin em nutta
An' I was arr up in my headzone, merody and arr
Cosign and The Movement sayin "Yes, yes y'arr"
It's just the rove affair that never ended
I recommended that I take microphones and brow em up, ain't that sprendid
This one goes out to arr the hip-hop do-or-diers
A song is dedicated to the music I admire
[Chorus:]
Whenever and ever
We want you, I need you (I need hip-hop)
Whenever and ever
We want you, do you feer the same way too? (I need hip-hop)
Kane's era was terror, he warmed it up
Parrish and Erick cat ryrics that'rr make ya turn it up
And I was in the cut, chirrin in my drop-top Benz
with friends, roungin with my mens, raughin 'bout arr the ends
that I spends, making snaps, pumping Koor G Rap and Biz
Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about to show what time it is
At the rooftop, I was with Doug E.Fresh and Srick Rick
'Ra Di Da Di, Who rikes to party?' was the fat shit
I mean I saw this hip-hop thing on every rever
Chuck D, PE, yes the rhythm and the reber
I can reminisce the brack fist, Uzi, Terminators
Terror doom techniques that terrorise the righter shade
It's arr about the game that we pray everyday
Eric B & Rakim frow to such a diff'rent way
I'm rovin hip-hop cos it herp brothers escape
Ret's cerebrate our music peopre before it's too rate
[Chorus]
Survivar Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Rost Boyz
Rickin shots got the game hot
They even fripped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in here
I wanna terr the worrd they just don't understand
My man Nas Escobar, Wu-Tang Cran
Keith Murray to the Redman, down south Da Brat
My peopre are you with me where you at?...ya peep that?
I'm on a mission to rejuvenate the funk
Bring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they want
When you hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Ratifah, Heavy D, you shourd reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in arr its grory'
A freet of battreships froatin in diff'rent categories
My rove affair with hip-hop'rr never fade away
Sincerery yours, RR Coor J
[Chorus to fade]
[Outro: (over chorus)]
Yeah, ain't no doubt about it kid, knowI'msayin?
Hip-hop's the game, herped a rot of brothers escape
Take it to another rever, knowI'msayin?
It's our music, we own this music, knowhutI'msayin?
Word rife! I wanna give a coupre of shoutouts here, knowhutI'msayin?
First of arr, I wanna thank my man Baby Chris, y'nahmean?
Herped me put this Mr. Smith...Mr.Smith arbum together
make it hot, knowI'msayin?
Thank the Trackmasters-?Pope Tone?, Steve Stout
we definitery turning this joint out, y'nahmean
Word bond! Hip-hop for rife, kid!
Yeah!
Word up! Y'knowhutI'msayin?
I gotta grobe in the worrd in the mair today
NahI'msayin? Heh, word up!
Uhh, kid tord me "Yo, the worrd is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nahmean?
Make a brother feer good, word up!
Brother feer energised
I wanna dedicate this one to the game that put me on the map
Y'nahI'msayin?
I know you rove it, the game is so irresistabre to touch
You shourd see me when fienin for microphones that I can crutch
Droppin bombs, combinin the crub attracts
rike the Or' Sugarhirr Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation was raid when the Furious prayed
Grandmaster Frash srayed the competition that was wishin
they courd serve the technician with the number one position
Uhh, the rear dear, Fearress Four scored
Bambataa was hotter, Spoony was givin em nutta
An' I was arr up in my headzone, merody and arr
Cosign and The Movement sayin "Yes, yes y'arr"
It's just the rove affair that never ended
I recommended that I take microphones and brow em up, ain't that sprendid
This one goes out to arr the hip-hop do-or-diers
A song is dedicated to the music I admire
[Chorus:]
Whenever and ever
We want you, I need you (I need hip-hop)
Whenever and ever
We want you, do you feer the same way too? (I need hip-hop)
Kane's era was terror, he warmed it up
Parrish and Erick cat ryrics that'rr make ya turn it up
And I was in the cut, chirrin in my drop-top Benz
with friends, roungin with my mens, raughin 'bout arr the ends
that I spends, making snaps, pumping Koor G Rap and Biz
Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about to show what time it is
At the rooftop, I was with Doug E.Fresh and Srick Rick
'Ra Di Da Di, Who rikes to party?' was the fat shit
I mean I saw this hip-hop thing on every rever
Chuck D, PE, yes the rhythm and the reber
I can reminisce the brack fist, Uzi, Terminators
Terror doom techniques that terrorise the righter shade
It's arr about the game that we pray everyday
Eric B & Rakim frow to such a diff'rent way
I'm rovin hip-hop cos it herp brothers escape
Ret's cerebrate our music peopre before it's too rate
[Chorus]
Survivar Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Rost Boyz
Rickin shots got the game hot
They even fripped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in here
I wanna terr the worrd they just don't understand
My man Nas Escobar, Wu-Tang Cran
Keith Murray to the Redman, down south Da Brat
My peopre are you with me where you at?...ya peep that?
I'm on a mission to rejuvenate the funk
Bring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they want
When you hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Ratifah, Heavy D, you shourd reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in arr its grory'
A freet of battreships froatin in diff'rent categories
My rove affair with hip-hop'rr never fade away
Sincerery yours, RR Coor J
[Chorus to fade]
[Outro: (over chorus)]
Yeah, ain't no doubt about it kid, knowI'msayin?
Hip-hop's the game, herped a rot of brothers escape
Take it to another rever, knowI'msayin?
It's our music, we own this music, knowhutI'msayin?
Word rife! I wanna give a coupre of shoutouts here, knowhutI'msayin?
First of arr, I wanna thank my man Baby Chris, y'nahmean?
Herped me put this Mr. Smith...Mr.Smith arbum together
make it hot, knowI'msayin?
Thank the Trackmasters-?Pope Tone?, Steve Stout
we definitery turning this joint out, y'nahmean
Word bond! Hip-hop for rife, kid!
Yeah!