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black hippy - top dawg cypha lyrics

[verse 1: lil louie]
i love green
when i wake up the sky green
i keep the 40 glock c-cked when i’m ridin’
yeah, i’ll be riding, dirty with my n-gga dirty
you want beef?
hollow tips leave your eyes burnin’
my guys carry, all types of guns
i’m on the block gettin’ money blood, man f-ck the ones
i don’t talk snitch n-ggas, i don’t f-ck with ’em
i let the chopper get at ‘em like blum-blum-blum-blum
never trust no b-tch, let ’em
suck the d-ck, that’s it, then split now it’s
back to my gutter tip, 24’s on the whip
montana in the pot, i’m the chef on the shift
n-ggas yappin’ at they lips, till my gat at they lip
then i make they head spin like they drunk off a fifth
i got a lot of chips, i hustle with alotta pimps
knockin’ goons, i’m a goon, ‘lot of hoes wanna strip

[verse 2: jay rock]
new coupe, top disappear like [?]
i’m in the hood, pockets heavy like bruce bruce
d-mn, i’m like a bullet when i shoot through
i’m the sh-t, these whack rappers is boo-boo
we hit the club, pop bottles like it’s nothing
top dolla, pop hollows out the impala
pay dues, spray tunes n-gga we wylin’
money, power, respect, mothaf-cka we dialin’
top dawg money gang, get affiliated
.38 special flow, n-ggas can’t trace it (d-mn)
i’m still dope dealin’, picture that
cookin the crack is fine, what i cook on the track
rippin’ it fast, fiends run it back, get it stacked
blow it fast, get it back, at the mall, pop tags
hit the lot, buy a ‘lac ride out
top dawg e-n-t, n-ggas know what we about, we get money

[verse 3: ab-soul]
ab-soul chillin’, ab-soul chillin’
back for the first time, finna bomb yo buildin’
who put a bomb in the buildin’? what, a bomb in the buildin’?
thats just rhymes about bombs, i could do rhymes about children
kids gettin’ f-cked, pedophile with the style
young mike jack, yeah i’m somethin’ like that
bad to the bone, press your luck like a b-tton
and i’m comin’ like the kgb
but i ain’t russian!
i’m takin’ my time with it, patrón with the lime in it
got a n-gga buzzin’ like a bug in the club
i’m usher raymond, please show me love in the club, i’m sayin’
i need it like a stripper need a tip
or a catcher need a mitt, or a sneaker need a grip
a gymnast need a flip, or super head need lifts
soulo, yeah i’m comin’ straight for the top
been spendin’ it like a jew, happy hannukah to you

[verse 4: schoolboy q]
(hey you) huh? oh sh-t, can i kick it?
dragon breathe fire when i spits it
santa claus raps got me gifted, lifted
runnin’ at the mouth, get it shifted
blistered, thought it was a dream so i pinched it
rap got me hooked, so i fished it
only 6 bars and i sensed it
rise from defeat, never ran from the beef
ball hard in the street, mad cow with my t–th
money over b-tches, friends over b-tches
hoes over b-tches, benz over switches
top 5 alive, and you n-ggas ain’t listed
hip hop is dead and you know the boy fixed it
straight locksmithed it
open up the doors for the young n-gga sellin’ crack
on the side of stores just to keep the body breathin’
never wanna be a heathen
been puttin’ in the hours
shouda blown with the towers
i’m real talk

[verse 5: kendrick lamar]
and a n-gga was built with a steel heart
k. dot on the beat, everybody said they smell fart
sh-t on anybody, i’m a rappin’ porta potty
and i probaby gotta dump right now
see my hobby is to murder every rapper on the planet
make ’em leave the studio in ambulances
with a bandage on their cranium
i’m bangin’ them on sight, with the bars of t-tanium
br-ss knuckles, i beat n-ggas down, who wanna scuffle?
i’m rude like sayin’ ‘f-ck you’ to your mother for no reason, now that’s cold thinkin’
what am i drinkin’?
i do, spiteful sh-t, sh-t like f-ck your b-tch
record it, then mail it to your residence
say h-llo to the unforgiving flow, cold with it
grab a c0ke we gon’ be here for a minute
i tell every rapper fall back when i see ’em
or get clapped like a b-tch with gonorrhea

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