a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de funky hip-hop - maniac

[intro]

m.a.n
w-ssup…
uh

[verse 1: maniac]
yo its that old school stuff
talking about when hip-hop was interesting
never neglecting, the facts and truth
it was respected
rappers was always spitting real sh-t
quick
never think i seen an og who spit bullsh-t
now the new school say they be taking over
miss me with that sh-t homie, messing with me ?
yo, that’s game over
honestly, y’all new boys should go look for what to do
i’m busy right now, i’mma kick it back at the verse two
back to the topic, ph knocking
straight up am still rocking with the hip-hop of old
hip-hop cold, cos hip-hop dead
y’all n-ggas looking at an og like yo, what he doing over there?
am reppin for the old, am reppin for the new
but am still keeping it 100 with the n-ggas that was true
funky diabolical flows, split into molecules yo
i hope you f-cking with it tho, so

[hook: maniac]
one time if you down with us
the old school flow i hope you ride with us
its that funky stuff, all up in your headphones like what the…
old soldier is dead, never gone to his grave but he over here
so i came back to resurrect the game
old school over here, y’all n-ggas be lame
w-ssup

[verse 2: maniac]
well am cooling
feel the vibration when i move in
the younger generation needs schooling on how to rap
not talking about they house and clothes, the cars and hoes
but really you ain’t got none of those, be real
chill with the leather and the skinny jeans
that sh-t’s disgusting, i don’t think its worth discussing
talking about the same godd-mn thing in all your songs
yo, yo, grab a pen and go write all of your wrongs
its that, fly gang, swag gang, k!ller gang
all the gangs y’all stressing on really make me mad
i used to feel sick in cl-ss but now am out here dropping cl-ssics on your -ss
its that og, tryna make revenue off the avenue called hip-hop
and you know this og never gonna stop
now y’all boys move on with your paper
come at me, amma send you straight to your maker

[hook]

[verse 3: maniac]
see hip-hop was a shawty that i knew
she was hot but cool
linked up with her when i was 13, on my way from school
to cut the long story short hip-hop became my boo
you know when you in a relationship that feels so cool
i took her everywhere, everyday
don’t take your shawty for jokes but hip-hop was always on play
telling me how the old school n-ggas treated her
and how the new school cats be acting like they stupid bruh
one evening,took hip-hop on a stroll to the park
recall it got dark, but we was chilling
suddenly an og came out fast
he put a gun on hip-hop’s head
bang bang hip-hop fell
i fell too, tryna get my baby to a hospital
she say “nah nah baby please don’t bother’
remember she tried to say i love you with the pain
when hip-hop died, her last words were my name
maniac

- maniac

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS