Canibus, Nottz - Hip Hop lyrics
[Canibus, Nottz - Hip Hop lyrics]
Yo, yo aiyo Canibus, Nottz, hold up, stop!
Let me find out this album
Ain't the one to cop
Beats bang like sounds of
Shots inside the chamber
Real niggas throw your hands up
I played the bench for a while
But I'm back to the leather
Give a fuck how I played
I'ma score on the winners
Living with all the trimmings
Blinging they cars to spinners
Fucking dogs to the college women (Nottz)
With lingerie on
They hoes that gobble cock 'n they boppin'
Niggas hot like dragon shit on a
Pop when that nigga spit
Nottz and that boy Bis
Got shit locked like chasity belts that keep
Shit folded like drunks when they fell
Nigga, I pop fo', kill 'em account of myself
Aim to the right just a lil bit
To when the heart is felt
See when the heart is felt
Your armour melts through nigga
My three five seven bigger than a foot, nigga
Desert Eagle claws rip right through, nigga
Aiyo Nottz, show 'em what we came to do nigga
I always got something big enough
To move a nigga
The shotty look like a double barracuda
Nigga
Hip-Hop (What ya want) jump on it, we got it
Aiyo how many niggas in the crowd emcee
How many niggas in the crowd wanna be
Hip-Hop (What ya want) jump on it, we got it
Yo, the boldest act
Known for never holding back
Rocking off or not gold the track
Yo, Canibus nigga you know the name nigga
Credit still good, ain't no change nigga
We speak the same language
I ain't gotta explain it
Talk to the stainless
I reply with a short statement
My reputation was predicted by the ancients
2000 BC they was saying the same shit
They tried to spar with 'im
He had black mamba in 'im
A Cristal bottle of venom
They was fuckin' 'round wit' 'im
I tried to tell 'em
These rhymes is poisonous boy
You die tremblin'
A hundred niggas in the back joking, yelling
"Bust them" "Go 'head Bis let the
Vampire fangs touch 'em"
My fan base sit and wait for the coming
They couldn't 'Follow the Leader' long
Enough so I drug 'em
Stuntin' in the wagon, Chrysler Hemi
These Rolls gold Remy's look
Bigger than twenties the poor man's Bentley
Come here let me talk to you Slimmy
I got Jam Master Canibus in me
And I'm nice with multies
Slick with the simi's
When I'm not on mic I'm friendly
So what can you give me?
Hip-Hop (What ya want) jump on it, we got it
Aiyo how many niggas in the crowd emcee
How many niggas in the crowd wanna be
Hip-Hop (What ya want) jump on it, we got it
Yo, the boldest act
Known for never holding back
Rocking off or not gold the track
Let me find out this album
Ain't the one to cop
Beats bang like sounds of
Shots inside the chamber
Real niggas throw your hands up
I played the bench for a while
But I'm back to the leather
Give a fuck how I played
I'ma score on the winners
Living with all the trimmings
Blinging they cars to spinners
Fucking dogs to the college women (Nottz)
With lingerie on
They hoes that gobble cock 'n they boppin'
Niggas hot like dragon shit on a
Pop when that nigga spit
Nottz and that boy Bis
Got shit locked like chasity belts that keep
Shit folded like drunks when they fell
Nigga, I pop fo', kill 'em account of myself
Aim to the right just a lil bit
To when the heart is felt
See when the heart is felt
Your armour melts through nigga
My three five seven bigger than a foot, nigga
Desert Eagle claws rip right through, nigga
Aiyo Nottz, show 'em what we came to do nigga
I always got something big enough
To move a nigga
The shotty look like a double barracuda
Nigga
Hip-Hop (What ya want) jump on it, we got it
Aiyo how many niggas in the crowd emcee
How many niggas in the crowd wanna be
Hip-Hop (What ya want) jump on it, we got it
Yo, the boldest act
Known for never holding back
Rocking off or not gold the track
Yo, Canibus nigga you know the name nigga
Credit still good, ain't no change nigga
We speak the same language
I ain't gotta explain it
Talk to the stainless
I reply with a short statement
My reputation was predicted by the ancients
2000 BC they was saying the same shit
They tried to spar with 'im
He had black mamba in 'im
A Cristal bottle of venom
They was fuckin' 'round wit' 'im
I tried to tell 'em
These rhymes is poisonous boy
You die tremblin'
A hundred niggas in the back joking, yelling
"Bust them" "Go 'head Bis let the
Vampire fangs touch 'em"
My fan base sit and wait for the coming
They couldn't 'Follow the Leader' long
Enough so I drug 'em
Stuntin' in the wagon, Chrysler Hemi
These Rolls gold Remy's look
Bigger than twenties the poor man's Bentley
Come here let me talk to you Slimmy
I got Jam Master Canibus in me
And I'm nice with multies
Slick with the simi's
When I'm not on mic I'm friendly
So what can you give me?
Hip-Hop (What ya want) jump on it, we got it
Aiyo how many niggas in the crowd emcee
How many niggas in the crowd wanna be
Hip-Hop (What ya want) jump on it, we got it
Yo, the boldest act
Known for never holding back
Rocking off or not gold the track