- Cypress Hill Strictly Hip Hop 歌詞
- Cypress Hill
- B-Real:
I neva rapped on an RandB record, and I neva will,
I got these phoney mutha******as, talk about lets keep it real,
But, they don't know how to take they own advi******t,
Going out, do it solo on an adverti******t, comecializing
******' sell out, ******, this is hip-hop, not fasion,
Get the hell out,
I'm taking out these so called gangsta ******s,
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures,
And I neva took another ******' MC's ******t,
And made it my first single, ****** a hit,
******' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off,
I'm gonna, and all of it,
It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry,
Sellin' out for the fame,
I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmicks,
Go down in flames , in the big game,
B-Real:
Zippidey-dooda, I smoke ****** and I got brain damage,
But, I don't give a ****** cause I still manage,
To represent to the fullest,
No pop singles, and no actin' foolish,
To the studio gangsta with the articles,
In them magazines with the ****** editors,
Keep it real in the game,
******s got no shame,
Now all the executives want all the fame,
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes,
For the ******-em industry that's take'n all ya dough,
I never stole it, stole it all,
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall,
Fools want me to fall,
I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate
tastic,
I hear ******s say no, but, I know they front,
Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt,
I don't respect a hypocrite, mutha******as I despise,
Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie,
All you bruthas in the game run a check,
Cause you get checked ****** off, with no respect,
Mutha******as
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