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big k r i t - happy birthday hip-hop lyrics

twin states mane: alabama, mississippi
big krit, yelawolf
happy, happy birthday, happy birthday…
[verse 1: yelawolf]
i used to do backspins, no adidas suit
in my grandmama’s house, listening to coup
straight out the country like a pair of boots
with [?] no apparel to match
i was hip-hop before i ought to be hip
some dirty british knights, tied up, size 6
don’t give me the spoon to cut my pie with
i did it, hand scooped the proofs under my eyelids
i was b-mpin’ that [?] and that ugk, and that group home
and skinny pimp from tennessee, and i knew the songs
mystikal, m-th-f-cka, put your boots on
that’s mustard, no grey poupon
geto boys trick or treat: let’s go home
deep dish d’s, drop two tones
and i know alabama ain’t your birthplace
but i just come to celebrate, happy birthday
hip-hop
[hook:]
yelawolf and big krit on some new sh-t
we got that firewater, so keep your candles lit
uh, happy birthday hip hop!
mississippi/alabama and it don’t stop
the door slamming and the rims chop
twin states from the bottom, now we on top
so happy birthday, hip hop
we worldwide and it don’t stop
[verse 2: big k.r.i.t.]
i’m hollerin’ breathe little shawty
just look what i done bought ya
the very best that i possess from ‘neath that country water
like preaching from the altar, i break bread with you hip-hop
just show me where the sauce, a piece of mind is what it cost ya
the beginning of the better, return of forever
like pete rock in the lab no telling what we’ll chef up
you find a will to flow once the bottom does settle
i was digging in the crates, just bring a 40 and your shovel
old school chevy, sprayed it ole miss rebel
my definition for lizard crawling and heavy metal
808 b-ss in, haters scrum facing
while you was kid n playin’, i was ugking
“say it ain’t so, krit”, b-tch, i’m just saying
don’t play me like no sucka
these alpines leave you m-ffled
country buckin’ h-lla gumpshin, tell them n-gg-s take that
happy birthday hip-hop, now show me where the cake at
[hook]
[verse 3: yelawolf]
bonita fried, apple pie baum put me on
(put ’em up) waffle house, 2pac’s rock song
you see i had to dig to find the hieroglyphics
my mama didn’t know about [?] souls of mischief
see the bible what gave me the holy spirit
but it didn’t give me rap, cause i wasn’t supposed to hear it
so i had to walk under them rebel flags
with my hoodie inside out, with adidas on the tag
[big k.r.i.t. verse]
who would’ve thunk it, i think we onto something
like a speaker on my chest, no holding back they hear me coming
if you check my gun function, i’ve been ’bout it ’bout it
the royalties within my jeans and they so outta pocket
back when screw was popping, them 4s and vogues was chopping
the sw-ngas [?] and pendulums and boppers kept bopping
reminiscing on the golden times
3000 rhymed over noise so organized
[hook]

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