Testo Hip- Hop - Saigon & DJ Drama
Testo della canzone Hip- Hop (Saigon & DJ Drama), tratta dall'album Welcome To Saigon
Yessir, check this out
New York City
Rock with me, man
Yessir
True life, true life
I see you, my nigga
I'm Saigon, Saigon
Yeah, check my verse, lil' one
Seen Suge, no thug in the game
2Pac shoot a cop, beat the rat
Now we loving his name
Seen Pun spit fat like his stomach
Him and Joe packing the mac
In the back of the black 600
We crowned Rakim the king
'Cause he was calling us Gods on Earth
And niggas came with the bling bling
It was a very sad thing
I seen an eight-year-old
With cubic zirconias in his ring
Calling some little girls bitches
By the look on their faces
That made them little simple words sound vicious
I told shorty, "Apologize"
When he said, "Why?"
The little girl with the braids
She had started to cry
I said, "When you grow up, what you wanna be?"
He said, "A pimp like C"
What happened to Trapper John, MD?
See, y'all fucking with the wrong emcee
I'm on a song with MJB
'Cause none of y'all stronger than me
I love hip-hop, set out in the park
We used to do it out in the dark
Any place they said my name, it rang an alarm
Otherwise known as Likkle Saigon
Hip-hop, set out in the dark
We used to do it out in the park
Any place they said my name, it rang an alarm
Otherwise known as Likkle Saigon
Said I did it again
Came with a new way to spit it again
And shit it again
Lyrically, you cannot compare a nigga to them
I was on another level
Since the rock was a pebble
When the aftermath was just an argument
Since Das EFX, Def, Squiggity Squad shit
I was hot when you wasn't
I was hot when Slick Rick shot his cousin
Before the fake thuggin'
Back when niggas was still eating that other meat
Back when Kid 'n Play was kicking each other's feet
I was a snotty-nosed kid running the street
Just kicking my little raps with my son on the beat
Like, "Hm, hm, ah, hm, hm, hm, ah"
I used to rap with no trap
Just a couple of DATs in the hub
Something turned me into a thug
And to this day, I don't know what it was
It's hip-hop, set out in the park
We used to do it out in the park
Any place they said my name, it rang an alarm
Otherwise known as Likkle Saigon, boy
Big shout out to hip-hop, man
Hip-hop feed a lot of us, nigga
Take time to give thanks, nigga
And I'ma tell y'all something
If y'all see us do it
Y'all can do that shit too, why not?
I'm telling you, just pay attention
This shit ain't easy, but it ain't hard
I did what I did in the streets
And now y'all niggas gon' go get that album this year
Gangsta Grillz, Atlantic Records
AMG, pay attention
Credits
Writer(s): James Todd Smith, Brad Jordan, Peter Overend Watts, Rick Rubin, Joseph Ward Simmons, Nasir Jones, Kevin Dean Crowe, Erik Reyes Ortiz, Kenneth Bartolomei, Khaled Mohammaed Khaled, Darryl Matthews Mcdaniels
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