Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know any corrections in the comments! Lyrics: Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho You drew a picture of my morning But you couldn't make my day (Hey!) I'm rockin' and you're yawning But you never look my way (Hey!) I'm licking 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 s*** to do with shampoo, but watch your head n 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 your 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 trying to be handsome Shrinking what you're thinking cause I'm vamping I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop for today I give props to hip-hop so Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground Being low down I do the showdown with any little ho round, no! I wanna know who you're believing, through your funny reasons Even when I'm sleeping 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 something really big is missing Even though my name's graffiti Written on Ya Kitten I love black women always and disrespect ain't the way Let's start a family today Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho 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 ya heard cause I ain't bailing no hay Ain't chopping no crops, but still growing 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 beat downs 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 Looking 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 hitting woodies in a hoody 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 & 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, smooth it out now

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