Boosie Badazz, Webbie - Hip Hop Hooray lyrics

They lying in Hip-Hop they lying in Hip-Hop
They lying in Hip-Hop they lying
Hip-hop hooray, Hip-Hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
Hip-hop hooray, Hip-Hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today

Nigga you ain't ever shot shit, bitch
You don't know the first steps on
How to whip a brick
You too tender dick that I'mma
Try to pimp a bitch
On the tape you, a ape, catch a case
You a snitch just cause you rich
Just cause you rich don't mean a thang
You can't even go up in the
Streets you used to hang
Putting on for the fame
You ain't know 'bout real pain
Fairytaling ass nigga, scary ass nigga
Don't give back to your city
They should jack your ass
Did my research Webbie
They don't live like that
Turn on the radio you hear the same thing
Models, Bugatti's and bottles, damn shame
It seems rappers don't struggle no mo'
Love they mother nomo
I just left a place where you
Niggas will get fucked up, so
Love a fucking bank roll the pussy nigga easy
We cut from a different cloth nigga
Believe that Hip-Hop hooray, Hip-Hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
Hip-hop hooray, Hip-Hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
I don't believe you, I don't believe you
I don't believe you, you need more people
I don't believe you, I don't believe you
I don't believe you, you need more people

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, now what you doing?
Putting all these pussy ass
Niggas on the list
Big nuts, yeah I'm talking baseballs
Shit big, got big booty bitches, yup all that
They call my phone all the
Time I probably call back
Straight up finna going beast mode
I got my dawg back bandana, Polo pajamas
Y'all niggas pussy cats
I dick it down and you ain't
Even get your drawers back
Got any questions for the doctor
I got truth for answers
Have these lil pussy rappers dropping
Like they spreading cancer
I been tryna make it, please
Don't make me make it happen
Do what you want but you
Won't fuck with the savage, tell 'em

Old weird ass rappers, weird ass teens
Skinny ass pants, pussy ass jeans
You niggas different from Badazz ENT
Cause we never rap beef
We just put niggas to sleep
I got a face that make these niggas ain't me
They ain't real like I'm real
Cause these niggas ain't street
The music that they making listen
Closely it ain't deep
And other artists follow that shit
But not me
I'm in my own lane doing my own thing
Millions when the phone ring
These niggas clone mane so Boosie on mane
I got that Geto boy, NWA shit
You got that four dollar bill music
That fake shit

Yeah we see y'all niggas
We don't believe y'all niggas
We don't fuck with y'all niggas
We will bleed y'all niggas
On the real y'all actors
We don't feel y'all bastards
We'll leave y'all pussy asses straight
For the pastor bitch, preach

They lying in Hip-Hop, they lying in Hip-Hop
They lying in Hip-Hop, they lying
They lying in Hip-Hop, they lying in Hip-Hop
They lying in Hip-Hop, they lying