Erick Sermon, Redman, Megaski - Street Hop lyrics

This ain't rapping, this is street hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot

Yeah, Redman uh, E sermon, Tre

Yeah, yo
I'm Doc, Brick City, know how I rock
I'm hip-hop, I live up in the rim shop
I blow out my tires then I buy some mo'
My car's Ying Yang'n the way it sit low
A little Anita, a little Vandross
I got two guns to give you secondhand smoke
I'm no joke, this ain't Hanna Barbera
It's the Bricks, Mandela on Anteras
In my rear mirror, a freak approach
Knew she wasn't first class cause
Her bag was Coach
She was like, "Redman! Buy me boots"
So I, bought her Timbs, and a army suit
Nobody want it with Doc, you smell me Duke?
Front page, smoking L's in The Daily News
Y'all cats big time, but the tops are turned
When you in the same realm as, Doc and Serm'
Yeah this ain't rapping, this is street hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
And if the record is hot
Say one two, one two, one two

Yeah, yeah, yo, uhh
E-Dub in the flesh, no replacement
I still bring trunk funk from the basement
(who are you?)
Peeeimp MC, my style's mackadocious
Boy, ask her-on who the dopest
E - steppin to me, better-a think twice
I'm nice, the outcome be The Passion
Of Christ you get ripped
You ain't equipped to rock with the vandal
(yeah) I change your Timberlands to sandals
Thug MC's, thinkin they hard
When they walk around the
Block with 6 bodyguards
Yo, I'm a big dawg (Grrr) you a pup (Arf)
It's like comparing a car to a truck
What, you spend dough for
Airplay when you network that ain't fair
That ain't the way the street work
This is street hop, nothing about pride
For you, I'mma keep them ambulances outside
You dig?

All them rappers that can't rhyme
(can't rhyme) what you're doing is a crime
Saying that garbage all the time
Chk-chk-BOOM Word up, yeah

That's how I'm livin, still a gangsta
Still a pimpin mack
All around hustler, 9 to 5 flippin crack
Tryin to stay up out of prison
Steady spittin raps
Not to mention spittin scraps
Don't mix your puddy tat with that
(Meow) Dhark Citi, put it on your map
Don't ride through without your pistol
Put it on your lap
And I don't look for beef but
Don't think that I won't attack
Have you in a coffin momma like
"He don't belong in that"
You shoulda thought of that before the fact
Why a nigga roll the dice
Lose all they money, then they want it back?
But that's a bunch of crap
But for real Joe, don't
Gamble with your life
Cause ain't no coming back