G.P. Wu
Don't Go Against The Grain
Hip Hop
One shot, last shot, make the sound rock
Hip hop, hip hip hop
(It's all about, it's all about)
Hip hop, hip hip hop
[Down Low Recka]
Yo who that fake pro tryin to fuck with my ho
P, I'm killin for them hips continuously
My rap is G-A-M-E, vocals'll get you stimmy
Got locals runnin with me, freeloaders tryin to get me
But that's my shorty, I got em runnnin through this planet
Just like a bandit, but I don't trust her cause she a hustler
She livin for that loot like me, that's why she mine
She's screwin anybody worth a high dollar sign
But what I like about her is she flips it, that's why I keeps it
All my ill thoughts she peeps it, keeps them a secret
Until I manifest em through her, allowin her to give it to ya
Cause when I screw her, she hollar
I take her to them finest places
Just so I can meet some other pretty faces
My G leave no traces
Niggas be talkin about my chicks around the globe
Natural nouns in the eyes, diamond verbs in the lobes
Many stories told, a lot is made up
I know my shorty trickin, been with her 10 years, I know she laid up with
Them non-descript brothers who know they shit
Even a few females came through and licked her clit
And got her open, but it's niggas like me that keep her focused
She'll fuck em, but never fall for jokers, now peep the science
My hip hop bitch defiant? Never
I'll kick her out this lab in any weather, for real
[June Luva]
Yo my name is Hip Hop, I be that nigga y'all tryin to stop
But before I go I'm lettin all of y'all know
This ain't even how it was supposed to be
I put myself on this map so we can enjoy that
What the deal niggas, it seems like rap is out to get me
He used to be my man until he started actin shifty
Occasionally he showed love it was bugged
Cause in one day he went from bein a nice guy to superthug
He caught the fever, fell on knees to misdemeanors
On top of that a date rape charge and also teener
The meaner he got the more records he sold
Startin disrespectin everybody and went gold
To platinum, I seen him, said "Yo son, what's happenin?"
"Nuthin goin on but gun clappin" he replied
As I lookin at him dead in his eyes
I seen the devil himself in physical disguise
I had to get him out my cipher
My only chances was my nine, won't be long before that ass is mine
He thought the same thoughts that I thought before I started reachin
He pulled out the tech and started spreechin
[Pop The Brown Hornet]
Hip Hop was dyin, I had to give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
They left him for dead, only played him on one station
I drug him to my lab, grabbed the pen and the pad
Wasn't sure he would make it, these MCs fucked him up bad
Fed him guns and drugs, laced him up in gear worn by so called thugs
Had him hangin out in fucked up clubs
He lost his bough, only 17 addicted to blow
Hip Hop started a riot at every major show
Everytime he lost his head another party-goer end up dead
He tried to blame it on what MCs said
They held him responsible, charged him as an adult
The Billboard batterers, they beat his ass to a pulp
His man rap had started fuckin with R&B
Left a nigga lonely talkin bout "I'm strictly in it for the money"
He couldn't beat em, he joined em, started an East Coast/West Coast conflict
Records sales boomed, that's where he made his profit
As he lay on my floor til the next morning
Thinkin what he helped to create helped destroy him
He wondered if he'd reach his 21st without gettin banned
In year 2000 he'll be a man, old enough to make a stand
To old school and the new school
It's time we bring this hip hop shit to the next horizon, knahmean
Because them other cats got another kind of game plan for it
So we must over, overwhelm that shit and bring it, and bring it
Full fledged, full fledged to the next millenium
You know and, and, and G.P., G.P. for the 90's and beyond
We here to bring y'all that shit man
We here to bring y'all that shit that's gonna keep y'all rockin
And rockin throughout, throughout, pump us loud baby, word up
| ||
| ||
|
