unleashed the green Gold tank around my neck my pistol's close at hand I'm a self made millionaire in these silly streets Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop
bag him up Throw in Makaveli and lift the doors on the Maganum Gun smoking, Fase think I'm locin' backing up Reverse the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic, what Hip-Hop cops
I'm in and out my socks every time I see cops Game got the streets locked call 9-1-1 Get the whole fuckin LAPD shot Niggaz snitchin to the street cops
team, Hip Hop dream team Them boys is only in the projects on green screen No security, put you on the respirator I'm the bomb, I'm the mothaf**kin' detonator
Hip-Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shots I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots The kings comin, no, I'm not Jay-Z Too many niggaz hate
mean team, Hip Hop dream team Them boys is only in the projects on green screen No security, put you on the respirator I'm the bomb, I'm the mothaf**kin
a cane Kind of Nigga lame in the brain, that's why I'm changing the game Gang Bangin' was in eighty-nine, Now we on some organized crime Hip-Hop Cops
those The hip-hop cops follow my Suburban Hopin they can find a pistol on him when they search him I'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursin So
death (uh-huh) Cause the P gonna squeeze 'til no slugs is left (what) You know I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O You think your shit butter? Hop
s a beautiful thing jumpin' off in the South. Afroman, I'm a part of it. Hattiesburg hip hop, I'm the start of it. I'm the latest. I'm the greatest,
s a beautiful thing jumpin' off in the South. Afroman, I'm a part of it. Hattiesburg hip hop, I'm the start of it. I'm the latest. I'm the greatest, and
d expect me to be Clever like that just when you cats think you know me Never let the negativity hold or stop me Never forget all this what hip-hop has
black kids, skinny kids, fat kids Them Asian cats be UNDERGROUND Chicanos, Palestinians, Milanos, fuck the Lone Ranger Where's Tanto? That's UNDERGROUND Freddie Foxxx, Blackalicious, Kweli M.O.P
disappear.................. POW! New generation of just regular dudes We don't dress the same but sing the same blues So let your hands fly if you do agree with me P-I-G-E-O
pop music is the black market recently we witness bizarre shit the war hit the same time as SARS hit terrorists send bombs at the concert the show must go on yo regardless I'm just some hip-hop
