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Lyrics
( well . . .sort of . . . if you can
call them that )
Yo . . .
Sup dat noise wit you boyz . . . and you all strapped up wit dem amplified toyz
I'm nowhere down wit dat . . . 'cause you got no rap to signify yo scat
‘Cuz you got no sizzle an’ you bout to fizzle . . . feel me Tex you a musi-a-souris rex
Think you jammin like some pschyco squid
but you play that guitar like some punkass kid
Do What ! ! !
Word . . . Hip Hops The Rock Said . . . Hip Hops The Rock
Aight . . . I gi-you props for you funky bit but your '68 jamz is really shiznit
You a paradoz now cuz I gotz the rox and you musication has got the pox
You shake you gluteo and ganged dem licks
from the psycho brother and the river Styx
Wit yo messed up hair you ac'in smugly . . .
check out da mirror cuz you lookin' fugly
Whatever. . .
Hip Hops The Rock Said . . . Hip Hops The Rock Yeah . . . Hip Hops The Rock
Yo what’s you’re damage and why can’t you manage . . .
OK now . . . we tried it your way but Rock ‘n’ Roll is here to Stay
I hear you man but the truth be told . . . a bean-legged woman will never grow old
I don’t know what your talking ‘bout . . . all I can say is check it out
conversation . . .
We got nothin’ to loose by groovin’ on the blues
Funk around the clock . . . I say Hip POPS The Rock
Aight . . . the sitch is to savor that bumpin’ rappin’ favor
Chillax on the block . . . Yo . . . Hip POPS The Rock
Hip POPS The Rock . . . The melody’s in control
Hip POPS The Rock . . . Yo . . . rhyme and rhythm’s got the gold
Hip POPS The Rock . . . ROCK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD
Hip POPS The Rock . . . Rap . . .Yo . . . dig . . . heard round the world
Hip POPS The Rock . . . Hip POPS The Rock . . . Hip POPS The Rock . . .
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