One day about six 'o clock I'm woke up By the sound of my buzzer and a car or a truck Screechin' off so I jump up scratch my nuts But when I'm like "Who's that?" nobody speaks up So I go to the door there's a note it says: "We have Hip Hop hostage with guns to his throat Do the right thing and we might let him go But if you call the police that's all she wrote You know what the motive is it's all about dough And in case ya think we bullshittin' here's the photo." I couldn't recognize the clows because they was all hooded down But I peeped Foxy Brown sippin' Cristal in the background With fake alligator boots on And smack dab in the middle was hip-hop with a Versace suit on I immediately called Primo I said "Hip-Hop is in trouble, meet me at my rest on the double Don't even jump in the shower, matta'fact scratch my rest Meet me and D & D in an half an hour And bring all ya shit wit' you cuz you know what we got to do." Yo Afu! (Whassup?) Lets jet-son like Elroy If I recall correctly I last saw hip-hop down at Bad Boy We'll see if Puff knows whassup Cuz he's the one gettin' him drunk and fuckin' his mind up We go to the office, he's nowhere to be found So we snatch up Jay Black and beat his bitch ass down "Now where's Hip-Hop?!" "Aaight, aaight..." he confessed: "Suge came and took him from Puff last night, He said he'd give him up if a real nigga came to retrieve 'em..." So we went to L.A. later that evenin' When we got there, everything was aaight And we brought Hip-Hop back home that night. ONE DAYTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
