Justin Timberlake, Jimmy Fallon - History of Rap 1 lyrics

I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop, a you don’t stop
The rock it to the bang bang
Boogie say up jumped the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now what you hear is not a test
I’m rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove
And my friends are gonna try
To move your feet

Now Peter Piper picked peppers
But Run rocked rhymes
Humpty Dumpty fell down that’s his hard time
Jack B nimble what nimble and he was quick
But Jam Master cut faster Jack’s on Jay’s

Now here’s a little story I’ve got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, MCA, and me – Mike D

We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with
The mic in their hand

The Humpty Dance is your chance
To do the hump
Do me baby
Do the Humpty Hump
Watch me do the Humpty Hump

One, two, three, and to the four
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr dre is at the door
(Double P, Double G, Double D, you see)
(Wow)

California Love

It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt n' Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hanging pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr magic
Marley Marl

I push my seed in her bush for life
It’s gonna work because I’m pushing it right
If Mary dropped my baby girl tonight
I would name her Rock n'

Hi, my name is (what?)
My name is (who?)
My name is (Slim Shady)

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it


Soulja boy off in this ho
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank that Soulja Boy
Then super man that ho
Now watch me yuuuuuuu
(Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuuuuuuu
(Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuuuuuuu
(Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuuuuuuu
(Crank that Soulja Boy)

Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha ha
So live your life
(Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You steady chasin’ that paper, gotta--

Take my money, when I’m in need
Yeah, she’s a trifling, friend indeed
(She certainly is)
Oh, she's a gold digger, way over town
That digs on me

Yeah, I’m out that Brooklyn
Now I’m down in TriBeCa
Right next to DeNiro
But I’ll be hood forever
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
(Everybody sing it, everybody sing it)
New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
Now you’re in New York, New York, New York

I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop, a you don't stop