Hip Hop Hooray - Boosie Badazz, Webbie

They lying in hip-hop

They lying in hip-hop

They lying in hip-hop

They lying

Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray

Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today

Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray

Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today

Nigga you ain’t ever shot shit, bitch

You don’t know the first steps on how to whip a brick

You too tender dick that I’mma try to pimp a bitch

On the tape you, a ape, catch a case, you a snitch

Just cause you rich, just cause you rich don’t mean a thang

You can’t even go up in the streets you used to hang

Putting on for the fame, you ain’t know 'bout real pain

Fairytaling ass nigga, scary ass nigga

Don’t give back to your city, they should jack your ass

Did my research Webbie, they don’t live like that

Turn on the radio you hear the same thing

Models, Bugatti’s and bottles, damn shame

It seems rappers don’t struggle no mo', love they mother nomo

I just left a place where you niggas will get fucked up, so

Love a fucking bank roll the pussy nigga easy

We cut from a different cloth nigga, believe that

Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray

Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today

Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray

Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today

I don’t believe you, I don’t believe you

I don’t believe you, you need more people

I don’t believe you, I don’t believe you

I don’t believe you, you need more people

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, now what you doing?

Putting all these pussy ass niggas on the list

Big nuts, yeah I’m talking baseballs

Shit big, got big booty bitches, yup all that

They call my phone all the time I probably call back

Straight up finna going beast mode, I got my dawg back

Bandana, Polo pajamas, y’all niggas pussy cats

I dick it down and you ain’t even get your drawers back

Got any questions for the doctor, I got truth for answers

Have these lil pussy rappers dropping like they spreading cancer

I been tryna make it, please don’t make me make it happen

Do what you want but you won’t fuck with the savage, tell 'em

Old weird ass rappers, weird ass teens

Skinny ass pants, pussy ass jeans

You niggas different from Badazz ENT

Cause we never rap beef, we just put niggas to sleep

I got a face that make these niggas ain’t me

They ain’t real like I’m real cause these niggas ain’t street

The music that they making listen closely it ain’t deep

And other artists follow that shit, but not me

I’m in my own lane doing my own thing, millions when the phone ring

These niggas clone mane so Boosie on mane

I got that Geto boy, NWA shit

You got that four dollar bill music, that fake shit

Yeah we see y’all niggas, we don’t believe y’all niggas

We don’t fuck with y’all niggas, we will bleed y’all niggas

On the real y’all actors, we don’t feel y’all bastards

We’ll leave y’all pussy asses straight for the pastor bitch, preach

They lying in hip-hop, they lying in hip-hop

They lying in hip-hop, they lying

They lying in hip-hop, they lying in hip-hop

They lying in hip-hop, they lying