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cashis – hip hop raised me lyrics

(verse 1)
coming up raised by n.w.a,
took me outta compton,
where i learned to bang,
got into my first childhood beef in the jungle,
when tim dog look my folks in the eyes and said f-ck em’
woahhh, i never heard this before,
now my summer time spent on the east coast,
duke golds in my mouth day i learned new slang,
started pumping crack heavy,
imma ride wu-tang,
then i said f-ck school,
i was crazy hard,
when ’92 came around,
i was raised by nas,
drinking, me and jay straight,
n-gg-s was whiling,
wit a queens state of mind,
putting right to zilling,
when winter time came,
i’m in l.a. streets,
and my family got involved in the bullsh-t beef,
didn’t know what to think,
half of my time with cube,
the other half with dre and e,
got my jheri curl raise cap drunk on e,
more liquor, no n-gg- going to f-ck with me,
when cube went to new york,
i was on some sh-t,
and a g told me how to pimp my b-tch,
too $hort took a n-gg- out to the bay,
and trained me how to do sh-t the oakland way,
i was breaking these hoes with e-40 y’all,
i had a mirror in my pocket,
and i practiced looking hard

(chorus)
before you try and blame me,
take a look at how hip hop raised me,
if you think that i’m crazy,
take a look at how hip hop raised me,
before you try and blame me,
take a look at how hip hop raised me,
if you think that i’m crazy,
take a look at how hip hop raised me,

(verse 2)
in ’93, i was raised by snoop,
smoking chronic and my new favorite colour was blue,
i went to stay with quik, he was raising me too,
getting sweet black p-ssy, in the back of a coupe
that’s when i met pac, he was hard as f-ck,
everywhere we went we had our fingers up,
drinking hennessy,
throwing up, me and kurupt,
pac and daz asking b-tches is it cool to f-ck,
after that,
i stayed on the west coast streets,
all through the east coast and west coast beef,
then i went down south with master p,
he told me to keep my eyes on my enemies,
i went back to the chi,
with twist poppin,
called quik,
and told me it was just like compton,
po-pimping, smoking haze with the flick,
couldn’t break it to the left,
i’m on some folk sh-t,
still n-gg-s real,
they raised me the same,
plugged me with the cliques,
like dramas the name,
yeahhh…

(verse 3)
in ’99, i went on my way,
whiling out,
walking through the streets with a k,
i went back to n.y.,
started rolling with jay,
bounced back to cali when em signed with dre,
we was poppin e’s, doing c-ke, v’s we drink,
then em took me on a tour of detroit’s streets,
then i heard nas and jay-z got beef,
and i’m on both sides,
both you raised me,
for a minute dipset was the king of the street,
we was all roc, jay, cams, beans, and bleek,
when fifty came out,
i was back in queens,
tryin’ to rob these rappers for their flashy things,
when i saw him get shot,
it was wild to me,
how could a n-gg- get popped for the things he seen,
i was sunk in the sea,
cause my life in danger,
the fif came back and said y’all some w-nksters,
eminem showed me how to use my anger,
and make mockery out of entertainers,
so if you ask why i keep one in the chamber,
i’m real, and proud of how hip hop raised up,

- cashis lyrics

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