Hip Hop Hooray lyrics

by

Webbie


[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
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

[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
n*gga you ain't ever shot sh*t, b*tch
You don't know the first steps on how to whip a brick
You too tender di*k that I'mma try to pimp a b*tch
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 n*gga, scary ass n*gga
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 n*ggas will get f*cked up, so
Love a f*cking bank roll the pus*y n*gga easy
We cut from a different cloth n*gga, believe that
[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
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

[Verse 2: Webbie]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, now what you doing?
Putting all these pus*y ass n*ggas on the list
Big nuts, yeah I'm talking baseballs
sh*t big, got big booty b*tches, 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 n*ggas pus*y cats
I di*k 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 pus*y 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 f*ck with the savage, tell 'em

[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
Old weird ass rappers, weird ass teens
Skinny ass pants, pus*y ass jeans
You n*ggas different from Badazz ENT
Cause we never rap beef, we just put n*ggas to sleep
I got a face that make these n*ggas ain't me
They ain't real like I'm real cause these n*ggas ain't street
The music that they making listen closely it ain't deep
And other artists follow that sh*t, but not me
I'm in my own lane doing my own thing, millions when the phone ring
These n*ggas clone mane so Boosie on mane
I got that Geto boy, NWA sh*t
You got that four dollar bill music, that fake sh*t

[Hook: Boosie Badazz]

[Verse 4: Webbie]
Yeah we see y'all n*ggas, we don't believe y'all n*ggas
We don't f*ck with y'all n*ggas, we will bleed y'all n*ggas
On the real y'all actors , we don't feel y'all bast*rds
We'll leave y'all pus*y asses straight for the pastor b*tch, preach

[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
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
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