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Juice Real Hip Hop

real hip hop, real hip hop (Northpole) I can't let 'em steal hip hop (Southside) I'm here 'til this shit stop (Westside) So get 'em up if you feel hip hop, hop

pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop

again New songs and new cars and new broads and new thongs On Crenshaw Boulevard, line 'em up at the bar Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars

and confusion,stop with your excuses hip-hop i am seducin. eat ya like producers, or eat ya like produce, man i fuck ya girl till her pussy got no juice

With a written, can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing but it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap

brother, my sister It's our duty, we must remind you Hip hop was set out in the park Hip hop was set out in the park Hip hop was set out in the park

a Jamaican, You ought never to try and compare this to you because you fakin' (BUM-BA-CLAHT) You must have been so severely mistaken, If Hip-Hop today

're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself Well, back in the days they told me hip hop

all spent once on the telly (and what else) and i got hella gear my earring is nice the price 3 townhomes in delaware uh tomato porsche lookin' like tomato sauce hip hop