Hip Hop
Chorus (Fatlip)
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Verse (Fat Lip)
Where did hip hop go?
The freestyle flow,
The beats that bring your fist to your face like oh shit!
Make you hold your dick.
Golden era hits.
I try to tell these kids,
Respect the architects.
But all y'all want is to collect the check.
See this beat here, 'll hurt your neck.
You gotta put in work to catch some wreck.
Like when I first started, I was whole hearted,
But now the game became dearly departed.
Billboard charted, artists get retarded .
When them checks come I still respect some.
Russell Simmons for President, let's elect him.
Who's the next to come with the new ish?
It's the nigga you wish, Fat Liddish
Fresh and replenished (ha ha ha)!
Chorus (Fatlip)
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Verse (KRS-One)
So let's go with the flow of a older pro.
Y'all know at the show all you hear is OH and WHOAH,
And of course HO!!!
Hey yo, turn up my flow!
I am hip hop, you don't know you too slow!
Hey bro, I'm dope because I say so.
I seek truth like Plato and kick ass like Kato.
There ain't no MC or rapper with Kris flow.
Y'all just wanna get dough but love's gonna get yo.
I spit slow, hit low, been dope from the get go.
When rappers walk past the blast they tip toe.
Your chick know and your click know.
The spirit of my sick flow will open your mind really quick yo.
I'ma switch flows while y'all switch clothes and hoes,
Then you wonder why Kris close all the shows.
I stay on my toes as hip hop grows from the under.
Welcome to hip hop culture!
Chorus (Fatlip)
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Verse (Slim Kid Tre)
We used to roll out with the thunder sound and beats and rhythms,
And gather round in the cipher to get down.
Give it all you got nigga putting your shit down,
But nowadays it's funny how they don't say shit now.
Power to the people pioneering the ship,
Ripping the main frame aiming to get a hold of these chips.
From anynomous tips, keeping that hip hop even when the needle skips,
And inject soul affection like collagen lips,
Polishing perfect for the circuit as the Cadillac dips.
Lacing the track makes you want to take it back what?
I didn't know you boys was gonna rock that shit like that what
Some skills we never lack.
When you got hot shit the wanna ride piggy back.
But when you lack everything fades to black,
And that's hip hop, it'll drive you crazy.
Say what, say what? (baby, baby)
Chorus (Fatlip & Slim Kid Tre)
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby.
Outro (Fatlip & Slim Kide Tre)
Said a baby, baby
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that
Gimme, gimme baby, baby
Good ol', good ol', good ol', good ol' hip hip
Gimme, gimme, gimme some of that
From the Old School to the New School (gotta gimme some of that)
You know how we do, it's all so cool (baby)
Know, ya know, ya know who I be
It's the F-A-R-M
It's the Farmer naaaah
The Farmer Man ain't coming back not yet
Yo, not yet
Don't try to take em back to the farm