Brothers and sisters Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to Whassup Missy? Timbo This is another, Missy Hip-hop, yes Elliott, exclusive Yes, uhh One for the butters, I came from the gutter No I came from my mother but y'all know what I mean Hov' is here to stay like permanent crease in your jeans Me and Missy be the new tag team "Whoomp, there it is" We like, Rae and Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz We "Public Enemy no. 1," our "Uzi weighs a ton" This is our house, run What happened to those good old days? (Ha) When hip-hop, was so much fun Ohh, house parties in the summer y'all (C'mon) And no one, came through with a gun It was all about the music y'all It helped, to relieve some stress (Ha) Oh, we was under one groove y'all (Y'all) So much love between north and west (Ha) Go back in the day British knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the day, hey hey hey Hip-hop has changed Remember when we used to battle? (Uh-huh) On the block before the lights came on (Ha yeah) Oh mama said, "we would be straight a kids") (C'mon) If we did our homework, like we knew those songs Salt-N-Pepa, Rakim, and P.E. (Ha) D.M.C, and heavy D Yes daddy Kane, slick Rick too MC Lyte opened, doors for you and me, c'mon (Paper thin) Go back in the day British knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the day, hey hey hey Hip-hop has changed (Young J. Bizzy, let's do it again nigga) Grew up the way it oughta be from day K.R.S. one all the way Up to "Nineteen naughty three" To M.O.P., we "Cold as ice" Nigga we rock it from the "Dre day" to the suge knight So fuck chuck Phillips and Bill O'reilly If they try to stop hip-hop, we all gon' rally nigga Post biggie and 'Pac, I gotta hold down the city Make a nigga wanna 'Holla' like Missy but fuck it Just let a nigga M.C. The best rapper alive, unquestionably If you rip on your E.P., you gonna need an M.D. So "You gots to chill" 'cause I "Kill at will" Like solid water dude, y'all niggaz don't get it "Kill at will," solid water? Ice cube Ha ha, that's how hip-hop has evolved Jay-Z's for President, I'm namin' ras the national God Me and jigga, jigga j-j-jay-hova I rocks the mic right whether I'm pissy drunk or sober Misdemeanor fo'-finger ringer I'm stupid fresh I've been hot since L L rocked the Kangol hat Yes yes, the yes yes, the yes y'alln (C'mon, oh yeah, oh yeah) Okay, me, that nigga jigga, fresh dressed in the mornin' (C'mon, oh yeah, oh yeah) Go back in the day British knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the day, hey hey hey Hip-hop has changed I wanna, go back in time (Let's go) Feels like I, I wanna, go back in time Feels like I (Y'all remember self destruction) I wanna, go back in time (Where all the rap artists got on a record together) Feels like I, I wanna, go back in time (I used to love them days, no tension, let's go) Go back in the day British knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the day, hey hey hey Hip-Hop has changed © CARTER BOYS PUBLISHING; MASS CONFUSION PRODUCTIONS; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com