| Song | The Hype - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Erick Sermon |
| Album | No Pressure |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| {beastie boys sample: | |
| "here's a little story i gots to tell" repeats in background} | |
| [erick sermon] | |
| Hype, one two like that y'all | |
| Check it out one two y'all | |
| It's the beat, that make it one and two y'all | |
| It's the beat, that makes me wanna ? | |
| Peace to my niggaz | |
| Peace to my mens | |
| Like that, one two y'all, check it out | |
| Sunday's here, the end of the week | |
| And the club's packed and shit, i feel like freakin | |
| Pick up the phone, call my niggaz, "yo whattup dude? | |
| Need me a bitch man, to put me in the fuckin mood | |
| Check this here - i'll pick you up around twelve o'clock | |
| Right around the parking lot, i'll find a spot | |
| It's on, man i'll see you soon | |
| In about twelve hours, yeah past noon" | |
| It's the hype yo | |
| It's the hype | |
| Word, pulled up brake, ehh, by the front door | |
| Parlay, and i stepped out hardcore | |
| I tipped the boy park the car in the front | |
| Not the back, in case i have to run and get my strap | |
| I walked inside, somebody sing, "errrick serrrmon" | |
| That's me, got me in free | |
| Looked around the club, man no half-steppin | |
| Walked straight up, to the v.i.p. section | |
| Sat by the wall, so i can see what's happenin | |
| My boys spread out, got their girls, and rappin | |
| Oh no, i see a girl comin towards me | |
| Posse deep, so i paused for the cause g | |
| She approached me, hi, told me her name | |
| I told her my name, then kicked the game | |
| Sat beside me, like little miss tuffet (hello) | |
| Talkin bullshit, knowin i want to fuck it | |
| Basically, i figured she was widdit | |
| So i pulled out my ink pen and exchanged the phone digits | |
| Gimme a call when you get to your crib | |
| So i can get directions, right to where you live | |
| She smiled, and left, the girl was wide open | |
| I'm no jokin, when the e blows the smoke in | |
| Check the rolex, asked for my check | |
| The waitress came over in a pair of black spandex (whoo!) | |
| Gave me a look like, "aren't you erick sermon?" | |
| "yes, and who is it concernin?" me, that's the hype | |
| It's the hype | |
| I asked her, "what time you get off?" "oh, in 15 minutes" | |
| So i stormed the bitch like a blizzard | |
| "umm, can i take you home?" "sure meet me in the parking lot | |
| I'll flash my high beams, so you can find my spot" | |
| She came out - man, she was all that | |
| Cool like that, and stacked like that | |
| She jumped in with a wide open grin | |
| Before i went to her crib, i dropped off my best friend | |
| Got to his house, and gave him dap | |
| He knew what time it was, so he passed me a jim hat | |
| Got to her house, then parked the jeep | |
| I asked her who was home she said her sister but she sleep | |
| Walked upstairs, right into the room | |
| With one skylight lookin straight at the moon (yep yep) | |
| She wasted no time, man she was on it | |
| Grabbed for the bozack, and her hands was packed | |
| Took off our clothes, went to work, man trust me | |
| I heard someone knockin, somebody tried to bust me | |
| It was her sister, man i must be buggin (ahh shit!) | |
| It's the same girl, i met from the night clubbers | |
| "that's your sister? oh i didn't know -- i'll go" | |
| And they both screamed, "hell no!" | |
| They smiled, with a devilish grin | |
| And the other sister jumped in | |
| That's the hype | |
| It's the hype yo | |
| That's the hype | |
| Word em up, one two it's the hype, check it out yo yo | |
| It's the hype yo | |
| It's the hype, yo it's the hype, word em up it's the hype | |
| Yo ?, take em out |
| beastie boys sample: | |
| " here' s a little story i gots to tell" repeats in background | |
| erick sermon | |
| Hype, one two like that y' all | |
| Check it out one two y' all | |
| It' s the beat, that make it one and two y' all | |
| It' s the beat, that makes me wanna ? | |
| Peace to my niggaz | |
| Peace to my mens | |
| Like that, one two y' all, check it out | |
| Sunday' s here, the end of the week | |
| And the club' s packed and shit, i feel like freakin | |
| Pick up the phone, call my niggaz, " yo whattup dude? | |
| Need me a bitch man, to put me in the fuckin mood | |
| Check this here i' ll pick you up around twelve o' clock | |
| Right around the parking lot, i' ll find a spot | |
| It' s on, man i' ll see you soon | |
| In about twelve hours, yeah past noon" | |
| It' s the hype yo | |
| It' s the hype | |
| Word, pulled up brake, ehh, by the front door | |
| Parlay, and i stepped out hardcore | |
| I tipped the boy park the car in the front | |
| Not the back, in case i have to run and get my strap | |
| I walked inside, somebody sing, " errrick serrrmon" | |
| That' s me, got me in free | |
| Looked around the club, man no halfsteppin | |
| Walked straight up, to the v. i. p. section | |
| Sat by the wall, so i can see what' s happenin | |
| My boys spread out, got their girls, and rappin | |
| Oh no, i see a girl comin towards me | |
| Posse deep, so i paused for the cause g | |
| She approached me, hi, told me her name | |
| I told her my name, then kicked the game | |
| Sat beside me, like little miss tuffet hello | |
| Talkin bullshit, knowin i want to fuck it | |
| Basically, i figured she was widdit | |
| So i pulled out my ink pen and exchanged the phone digits | |
| Gimme a call when you get to your crib | |
| So i can get directions, right to where you live | |
| She smiled, and left, the girl was wide open | |
| I' m no jokin, when the e blows the smoke in | |
| Check the rolex, asked for my check | |
| The waitress came over in a pair of black spandex whoo! | |
| Gave me a look like, " aren' t you erick sermon?" | |
| " yes, and who is it concernin?" me, that' s the hype | |
| It' s the hype | |
| I asked her, " what time you get off?" " oh, in 15 minutes" | |
| So i stormed the bitch like a blizzard | |
| " umm, can i take you home?" " sure meet me in the parking lot | |
| I' ll flash my high beams, so you can find my spot" | |
| She came out man, she was all that | |
| Cool like that, and stacked like that | |
| She jumped in with a wide open grin | |
| Before i went to her crib, i dropped off my best friend | |
| Got to his house, and gave him dap | |
| He knew what time it was, so he passed me a jim hat | |
| Got to her house, then parked the jeep | |
| I asked her who was home she said her sister but she sleep | |
| Walked upstairs, right into the room | |
| With one skylight lookin straight at the moon yep yep | |
| She wasted no time, man she was on it | |
| Grabbed for the bozack, and her hands was packed | |
| Took off our clothes, went to work, man trust me | |
| I heard someone knockin, somebody tried to bust me | |
| It was her sister, man i must be buggin ahh shit! | |
| It' s the same girl, i met from the night clubbers | |
| " that' s your sister? oh i didn' t know i' ll go" | |
| And they both screamed, " hell no!" | |
| They smiled, with a devilish grin | |
| And the other sister jumped in | |
| That' s the hype | |
| It' s the hype yo | |
| That' s the hype | |
| Word em up, one two it' s the hype, check it out yo yo | |
| It' s the hype yo | |
| It' s the hype, yo it' s the hype, word em up it' s the hype | |
| Yo ?, take em out |
| beastie boys sample: | |
| " here' s a little story i gots to tell" repeats in background | |
| erick sermon | |
| Hype, one two like that y' all | |
| Check it out one two y' all | |
| It' s the beat, that make it one and two y' all | |
| It' s the beat, that makes me wanna ? | |
| Peace to my niggaz | |
| Peace to my mens | |
| Like that, one two y' all, check it out | |
| Sunday' s here, the end of the week | |
| And the club' s packed and shit, i feel like freakin | |
| Pick up the phone, call my niggaz, " yo whattup dude? | |
| Need me a bitch man, to put me in the fuckin mood | |
| Check this here i' ll pick you up around twelve o' clock | |
| Right around the parking lot, i' ll find a spot | |
| It' s on, man i' ll see you soon | |
| In about twelve hours, yeah past noon" | |
| It' s the hype yo | |
| It' s the hype | |
| Word, pulled up brake, ehh, by the front door | |
| Parlay, and i stepped out hardcore | |
| I tipped the boy park the car in the front | |
| Not the back, in case i have to run and get my strap | |
| I walked inside, somebody sing, " errrick serrrmon" | |
| That' s me, got me in free | |
| Looked around the club, man no halfsteppin | |
| Walked straight up, to the v. i. p. section | |
| Sat by the wall, so i can see what' s happenin | |
| My boys spread out, got their girls, and rappin | |
| Oh no, i see a girl comin towards me | |
| Posse deep, so i paused for the cause g | |
| She approached me, hi, told me her name | |
| I told her my name, then kicked the game | |
| Sat beside me, like little miss tuffet hello | |
| Talkin bullshit, knowin i want to fuck it | |
| Basically, i figured she was widdit | |
| So i pulled out my ink pen and exchanged the phone digits | |
| Gimme a call when you get to your crib | |
| So i can get directions, right to where you live | |
| She smiled, and left, the girl was wide open | |
| I' m no jokin, when the e blows the smoke in | |
| Check the rolex, asked for my check | |
| The waitress came over in a pair of black spandex whoo! | |
| Gave me a look like, " aren' t you erick sermon?" | |
| " yes, and who is it concernin?" me, that' s the hype | |
| It' s the hype | |
| I asked her, " what time you get off?" " oh, in 15 minutes" | |
| So i stormed the bitch like a blizzard | |
| " umm, can i take you home?" " sure meet me in the parking lot | |
| I' ll flash my high beams, so you can find my spot" | |
| She came out man, she was all that | |
| Cool like that, and stacked like that | |
| She jumped in with a wide open grin | |
| Before i went to her crib, i dropped off my best friend | |
| Got to his house, and gave him dap | |
| He knew what time it was, so he passed me a jim hat | |
| Got to her house, then parked the jeep | |
| I asked her who was home she said her sister but she sleep | |
| Walked upstairs, right into the room | |
| With one skylight lookin straight at the moon yep yep | |
| She wasted no time, man she was on it | |
| Grabbed for the bozack, and her hands was packed | |
| Took off our clothes, went to work, man trust me | |
| I heard someone knockin, somebody tried to bust me | |
| It was her sister, man i must be buggin ahh shit! | |
| It' s the same girl, i met from the night clubbers | |
| " that' s your sister? oh i didn' t know i' ll go" | |
| And they both screamed, " hell no!" | |
| They smiled, with a devilish grin | |
| And the other sister jumped in | |
| That' s the hype | |
| It' s the hype yo | |
| That' s the hype | |
| Word em up, one two it' s the hype, check it out yo yo | |
| It' s the hype yo | |
| It' s the hype, yo it' s the hype, word em up it' s the hype | |
| Yo ?, take em out |