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Black Hippy

Top Dawg Cypha

 

Top Dawg Cypha

(الألبوم: Black Hippy - 2011)


[Lil Louie:]
I love green
When I wake up the sky green
I keep the 40 Glock cocked when I'm riding
Yeah, I'll be riding, dirty with my nigga Dirty
You want beef?
Hollow tips leave your eyes burning
My guys carry, all types of guns
I'm on the block getting money blood, man fuck the ones
I don't talk snitch niggas, I don't fuck with 'em
I let the chopper get at 'em like blum-blum-blum-blum
Never trust no bitch, let 'em
Suck the dick, that's it, then split now it's
Back to my gutter tip, 24's on the whip
Montana in the pot, I'm the chef on the shift
Niggas yapping at they lips, till my gat at they lip
Then I make they head spin like they drunk off a fifth
I got a lot of chips, I hustle with alotta pimps
Knocking goons, I'm a goon, 'lot of hoes wanna strip

[Jay Rock:]
New coupe, top disappear like [?]
I'm in the hood, pockets heavy like Bruce Bruce
Damn, I'm like a bullet when I shoot through
I'm the shit, these whack rappers is boo-boo
We hit the club, pop bottles like it's nothing
Top Dolla, Pop Hollows out the Impala
Pay dues, spray tunes nigga we wyling
Money, Power, Respect, mothafucka we dialing
Top Dawg money gang, get affiliated
.38 special flow, niggas can't trace it (Damn)
I'm still dope dealing, picture that
Cookin the crack is fine, what I cook on the track
Ripping it fast, fiends run it back, get it stacked
Blow it fast, get it back, at the mall, pop tags
Hit the lot, buy a 'Lac ride out
Top Dawg E-N-T, niggas know what we about, we get money

[Ab-Soul:]
Ab-Soul chilling, Ab-Soul chilling
Back for the first time, finna bomb yo building
Who put a bomb in the buildin'? What, a bomb in the buildin'?
That's just rhymes about bombs, I could do rhymes about children
Kids getting fucked, pedophile with the style
Young Mike Jack, yeah I'm something like that
Bad to the bone, press your luck like a button
And I'm coming like the KGB
But I ain't Russian!
I'm taking my time with it, Patrón with the lime in it
Got a nigga buzzing like a bug in the club
I'm Usher Raymond, please show me love in the club, I'm saying
I need it like a stripper need a tip
Or a catcher need a mitt, or a sneaker need a grip
A gymnast need a flip, or super head need lifts
Soulo, yeah I'm coming straight for the top
Been spending it like a Jew, Happy Hannukah to you

[ScHoolboy Q:]
(Hey you) Huh? Oh shit, can I kick it?
Dragon breathe fire when I spits it
Santa Claus raps got me gifted, lifted
Running at the mouth, get it shifted
Blistered, thought it was a dream so I pinched it
Rap got me hooked, so I fished it
Only 6 bars and I sensed it
Rise from defeat, never ran from the beef
Ball hard in the street, Mad Cow with my teeth
Money over bitches, friends over bitches
Hoes over bitches, Benz over switches
Top 5 alive, and you niggas ain't listed
Hip hop is dead and you know the boy fixed it
Straight locksmithed it
Open up the doors for the young nigga selling crack
On the side of stores just to keep the body breathing
Never wanna be a heathen
Been putting in the hours
Shouda blown with the towers
I'm real talk

[Kendrick Lamar:]
And a nigga was built with a steel heart
K. Dot on the beat, everybody said they smell fart
Shit on anybody, I'm a rapping porta potty
And I probaby gotta dump right now
See my hobby is to murder every rapper on the planet
Make 'em leave the studio in ambulances
With a bandage on their cranium
I'm banging them on sight, with the bars of titanium
Brass knuckles, I beat niggas down, who wanna scuffle?
I'm rude like saying 'fuck you' to your mother for no reason, now that's cold thinking
What am I drinkin'?
I do, spiteful shit, shit like fuck your bitch
Record it, then mail it to your residence
Say hello to the unforgiving flow, cold with it
Grab a coke we gon' be here for a minute
I tell every rapper fall back when I see 'em
Or get clapped like a bitch with gonorrhea

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