K-POP Lyrics Song

NasHope (Album Version Acappella)

Hip Hop it will never die
Hip Hop Hip Hop will never
never die
Ghetto niggaz struttin'
with nothin' but dreams
and Queens broke
Mack 10's you can smell
the PCP smoke
Mele Mel told it real
in the music he wrote
Those were the days I remember
We used to be close
then I was nine
coldest winter I remember
Was slippin' in December
two feet of snow
Yeah that's the East Coast
that black ice
Symbolized the rap life
It was slick and smooth
I understood I had to
come from the hood
Doin' the Pee Wee Herman
the Smurf
Before them phones chirped
The block's drugs flowin'
didn't have your own work
You had to have somebody else's
a small chrome on your pelvis
Starter Jacket Blue Georgetown
or Green Celtic
Your girl's too expensive
she wants shellfish
Red Lobster was poppin'
standin' on that line forever
I wish somebody would step on
my Bally leather's
Now it's whatever
hip hop's forever
Kept my radio on 98 or BLS
Had a pre pubescent lyric gift
but niggaz never hear me spit
My little brother
tried to warn 'em
I was a tornado comin'
He knew from inside
like the eye of a storm
And told my pops about it
He gave us tickets to
that Wild Style flick
Double Trouble retarded
we was the proudest
I never had a summer job
Sweepin' leaves
socks to my knees
Homemade shorts cutoff Lee's
I ain't work a day in my life
Wipin' away eraser
of the paper man
I'm just tryin' to say it right
Big radio tape slowin' down
Lower the lights go
battery dead
I gotta freeze 'em 'til
they ice cold
In the freezer later
I'm starin' at the speaker
Sunk in them 808's deeper
cleanin' my sneakers
Wit the bristles
of a toothbrush soap and water
I let the shoe
strings soak in water
Ain't got nothin' to do wit
old school new school
Dirty South West Coast
East Coast
This about us this our thing
'knaw' sayin'
This came from the gut
from the blood from the soul
Right here man
this is our thing man
You know so I say what I say
And I say what I say
and I mean it
Y'all take it
how you wanna take it
Cause if you're askin'
Why is hip hop dead
It's a pretty good chance
you're the reason it died man
It's a pretty good chance
your lame ass corny ass
is the reason it died man
You don't give a fuck about
you don't know nothin' about it
You want this paper
be a hustler
You a hustler
you ain't a rapper
Get your paper man
You know what I'm saying
but this rap shit is real
Bitch
this shit is real bitch ha ha
give hip hop give
stay hip hop stay
stay hip hop stay
I pray hip hop pray
I pray hip hop stays
Live hiphop live
Stay
live hip hop live
Give hip hop give
give hip hop give
Stay hip hop stay
stay hip hop stay
I pray hip hop pray
I pray hip hop stays

Hip Hop it will never die
Hip Hop Hip Hop will never
never die
Ghetto niggaz struttin'
with nothin' but dreams
and Queens broke
Mack 10's you can smell
the PCP smoke
Mele Mel told it real
in the music he wrote
Those were the days I remember
We used to be close
then I was nine
coldest winter I remember
Was slippin' in December
two feet of snow
Yeah that's the East Coast
that black ice
Symbolized the rap life
It was slick and smooth
I understood I had to
come from the hood
Doin' the Pee Wee Herman
the Smurf
Before them phones chirped
The block's drugs flowin'
didn't have your own work
You had to have somebody else's
a small chrome on your pelvis
Starter Jacket Blue Georgetown
or Green Celtic
Your girl's too expensive
she wants shellfish
Red Lobster was poppin'
standin' on that line forever
I wish somebody would step on
my Bally leather's
Now it's whatever
hip hop's forever
Kept my radio on 98 or BLS
Had a pre pubescent lyric gift
but niggaz never hear me spit
My little brother
tried to warn 'em
I was a tornado comin'
He knew from inside
like the eye of a storm
And told my pops about it
He gave us tickets to
that Wild Style flick
Double Trouble retarded
we was the proudest
I never had a summer job
Sweepin' leaves
socks to my knees
Homemade shorts cutoff Lee's
I ain't work a day in my life
Wipin' away eraser
of the paper man
I'm just tryin' to say it right
Big radio tape slowin' down
Lower the lights go
battery dead
I gotta freeze 'em 'til
they ice cold
In the freezer later
I'm starin' at the speaker
Sunk in them 808's deeper
cleanin' my sneakers
Wit the bristles
of a toothbrush soap and water
I let the shoe
strings soak in water
Ain't got nothin' to do wit
old school new school
Dirty South West Coast
East Coast
This about us this our thing
'knaw' sayin'
This came from the gut
from the blood from the soul
Right here man
this is our thing man
You know so I say what I say
And I say what I say
and I mean it
Y'all take it
how you wanna take it
Cause if you're askin'
Why is hip hop dead
It's a pretty good chance
you're the reason it died man
It's a pretty good chance
your lame ass corny ass
is the reason it died man
You don't give a fuck about
you don't know nothin' about it
You want this paper
be a hustler
You a hustler
you ain't a rapper
Get your paper man
You know what I'm saying
but this rap shit is real
Bitch
this shit is real bitch ha ha
give hip hop give
stay hip hop stay
stay hip hop stay
I pray hip hop pray
I pray hip hop stays
Live hiphop live
Stay
live hip hop live
Give hip hop give
give hip hop give
Stay hip hop stay
stay hip hop stay
I pray hip hop pray
I pray hip hop stays

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