Strictly Hip Hop Lyrics
| Song | Strictly Hip Hop |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Freese, Muggs | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Freese, Muggs | |
| BReal: | |
| 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 hiphop, 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, | |
| BReal: | |
| Zippideydooda, 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 |
| zuò cí : Freese, Muggs | |
| BReal: | |
| 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 hiphop, 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, | |
| BReal: | |
| Zippideydooda, 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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