m o p - hilltop flava (no sleep 'til brooklyn) lyrics
[intro]
hahahahaha!
ha firing squad n-gg-! raise, motherf-ckin cain!
(motherf-ckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)
aiyyo.. hahahahaha
[verse one: billy danze]
look, i have suffered, severe trauma
had to creep through the streets of the ‘ville
with my llama for real – i was raised up under the dirt
i put it work ’til it hurt (yes lorrrrrrd, it’s) berk’
present it, soldier style
and the world’s on my shoulders now
i be fightin for my life on trial..
.. simply because my daughter, has the world’s warmest smile
(m.o.p.!) oh we rollin now
can’t n-body stop me, block me or hold me down
(klak klak!) hi motherf-cker
(buka, buka, buka) bye motherf-cker!
(ahhhhhhhhh!) i’m a motherf-cker
(buka-bu-bu-buka-buka) bye motherf-cker!
we happen to be, them strange dudes
pop them thangs dudes, ain’t nuttin changed duke
industry enemy number one (still +downtown+)
underground (holla) danze, if you need me son
[chorus: m.o.p.]
(“what’s on your mind this morning?”)
[scratched: “ladies and gentlemen”]
klak klak!
[beastie boys: “no! sleep! til brooklyn! (brooklyn!)”]
[beastie boys: “no! sleep! til brooklyn! (brooklyn!)”]
[verse two: lil’ fame]
ah one-two y’all (huh) can i get my emcee on?
(homicide!) yeah, that’s the wrong side to be on
(fizzy wo’!) the wrong n-gg- to play o.g. on
with that fake–ss c-n-l street slum row lee on
(twenty dollars) gl-ssed out, bottom koreans
you’re the type of fool that i might pee on
peace to serge and laze for um, puttin a n-gg- like me on
i’m never gon’ forget you like the late prince leon
i keep a gat in the stash, in case it’s gon’ be on
then back out the six plus three on (any fool!)
you’re last when i c-ck back and i dump three on
i put putholes through the door of his black neon
please n-gg-, don’t f-ck around and get beat on
comin through tryin to act sweet on, the hill-figure
(what?) n-gg- with blue steel, you won’t believe it
it’s the brownsville slugger in your mind (you see it!)
[chorus]
[danze] hear me though!
[fame] yeah! (hey hey hey hey)
[verse three: m.o.p.]
[fame] salute! comin from your man {?} bill
[will] salute! comin from mr. fizzy womack
[fame] we’re back! to irritate you n-gg-z (how’s that?)
[fame] you kept us off of radio (but never off wax)
[fame] in fact! check the pose
[will] can’t n-body roll (like we roll) when we roll
[fame] round this motherf-cker
[will] first fam (not your average joe)
[will] still put it down (like we put it down befo’)
[will] no (nah) no!
[fame] n-gg- hold weight
[will] firing squad (will set that -ss, straight!)
[will] it’s kinda ill yo
[fame] we rep the ‘ville so?
[will] aight! (aight!) holla at me babe bro
[fame] it don’t matter to me
[will] i’d rather it be
[fame] one less cl-ssic emcee (f-ckin with me)
[fame] that’s how it’ll be
[will] you n-gg-z get no love in here
[fame] we stuck in the streets
[will] we’ll keep it undercover here
… c’mon! c’mon!
(“what’s on your mind this morning?”)
[scratched: “ladies and gentlemen”]
klak klak!
(“m – o – p!”) (“re-real n-gg-z, hit ’em with that hilltop flava”)
[beastie boys: “no! sleep! til brooklyn! (brooklyn!)”]
[beastie boys: “no! sleep! til brooklyn! (brooklyn!)”]
hahahaha, yeah!
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