Give it up for Naughty By Nature! Hip Hop Hooray Hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
You drew a picture of my mornin' But you couldn't make my day (Hey!) I'm rockin' and you're yawnin' But you never look my way (Hey!) I'm lickin' down your darlin' In every single way (Hey!) Your funny flow is foreign And a green card's on the way This ain't got shit to do with shampoo But watch your head and shoulder Brother older, bold enough to fold ya, yo I told ya A raid afraid of what I made and played it, plus a funky fit So save yo' flips and tricks for that music and the monkey bit Triggers from the Grilltown Illtown Some ask how it feels now The deal is that we're real, so we're still 'round Don't lamp with a freestyle phantom Ain't tryin' to be handsome Shrinkin' what you're thinkin', 'cause I'm vampin'
I live and die for hip-hop, this is hip-hop for today I give props to hip-hop, so Hip Hop hooray
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You heard a lot about a brother gainin' mo' ground Bein' low down, I do the showdown with any little ho 'round No! I wanna know who you believe in Through your funny reasons even when I'm sleepin' you think I'm cheatin' You said: "I know you, Mr. O.P.P. man Yo, PP man, won't only see me man" You should've known when I ain't hit it and step That I was wit' it a bit, not to consider the rep, heck! I did your partner 'cause she's hot as a baker 'Cause I'm Naughty by Nature, not 'cause I hate ya You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart And forgot that I forgave when you had a spark You try to act like somethin' really big is missin' Even though my name's graffiti-written on your kitten I love black women always and disrespect ain't the way Let's start a family today; Hip Hop Hooray
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Hip Hop, Hip Hip Hop, Hip Hip Hop, Hooray! There's many hungry hip-hoppers One reason Hip Hop's tip-top today Swerve what you heard 'cause I ain't bailin' no hay Ain't choppin' no crops, but still growin' every day Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found From the underground town down the hill Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns Snatchin' crowns from clowns, beatdowns are found Don't know me? Don't come around! Tippy tippy (pause) tippy tippy (pause) Sometimes creepin' up I eat 'em up Your styles are older than Lou Rawls Peace to this one and that one and them That way I shout-out and I didn't miss one friend Fools get foolish, neither them or Parker Lewis knew us You could have crews with shoes and can't step to us Some kitties purr, now call me sir too Lookin' for her crew; any trick that diss gets a curfew I put on projects for boots Step through troops and leave proof My problem solver's name is Mook I hittin' woodies in a hoodie Peace to Josette, Jobete, Jo-Jo, Genae, and every hood G That's right, my fight is ill Peace goes to L.O.N.S. and Quest Nice & Smooth and Cypress Hill
I live and die for Hip Hop, this is Hip Hop of today I give props to Hip Hop, so Hip Hop Hooray
Hey, ho, hey, ho Hey, ho, hey, ho Hip Hop Hooray Hey, ho, hey, ho Hey, ho, hey, ho
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