FATBOYS
BLRRRRRRR STICK UP
We got Kool Rock Ski
in the place to be
And Kokane
Put a stain on your brain
We gone take it back
Back to the future with this s***
This is real Hip-Hop
Let the 6'4 drop
Hush little baby
Don't say a word
This is real hip-hop
So f*** what you heard
bullubularp
WOMP!
All this scratching is making me itch
Hush little baby
Don't say a word
This is real hip-hop
So f*** what you heard
bullubularp
WOMP!
To all the real B-boys
Just kick that s***
I rock with Kool Rock Ski
not from Kool and the Gang
In California we bang
and we be serving them thangs
From the left of the coast
We be doing the most
Champagne for breakfast
So let's take a toast
To New York City
where hip-hop was created
We took it back to Cali
and radio played it
hitting them switches
keeping it gangsta
dipping through the city
knocking Fatboy bangers
Back in the 80s
when it was real in the field
I had fresh Seville
and I was dressed to kill
Went to the party
the homies is bugging
Some n***** is faded
some n***** is thugin
Grab a fly little mama
Get your two step on
And break dance and pop lock
to your favorite song
Man I missed those days
like Rick the Ruler
Take it back to the past
and bring it back to the future
Hush little baby
Don't say a word
This is real hip-hop
So f*** what you heard
bullubularp
WOMP!
All this scratching is making me itch
Hush little baby
Don't say a word
This is real hip-hop
So f*** what you heard
bullubularp
WOMP!
To all the real B-boys
Just kick that s***
It's a trip, to see how hip-hop changed
The game became strange
it just ain't the same
We use to have fun at the hip-hop jams
Grab the microphone
and watch your boy go ham
I got my old school Fila
fresh in my Adidas
I'm a real B-boy
rocking that big drum beater
Microphone massacre
I'm ready for battle
Part the red sea
and move the crowd like cattle
Get your elbows off the table
this ain't a fable
Shout out to the architects
of rap that made it able
All you new booty MC's
better do your homework
How you love Hip-Hop
and don't know Kool Herc
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five
Sugarhill Gang kept the party alive
Kurtis Blow
to name just a few names
I rock with Kool Rock Ski
not from Kool and the Gang
Hush little baby
Don't say a word
This is real hip-hop
So f*** what you heard
bullubularp
WOMP!
All this scratching is making me itch
Hush little baby
Don't say a word
This is real hip-hop
So f*** what you heard
bullubularp
WOMP!
To all the real B-boys
Just kick that s***
I stay fresh, dressed, like a million bucks
I walk around New York
with my jewelry un-tucked
You out of your mind
if you ever try to stick up
Blrrrrrr Stick Up
ha ha ha STICK UP
That's Kool Rock original Fatboys
(Stop Playing)
And I'm back with the West Coast OG Kokane
The real Hip-Hop
from day to dark
When Kool Herc started this in the park
Afrika Bambaataa
at the Rock C R
Salute to the one Grand Wizard Theodore
Poppers and lockers
Let me see what you got
It's the boy Kokane
and my names Kool Rock
Yeah, east to the west
of course we're fresh
Oh you thought that we were rotten
ah I beg your pardon
Too old to be rapping
that's truly absurd
This is real hip-hop
so f*** what you heard
Hush little baby
Don't say a word
This is real hip-hop
So f*** what you heard
bullubularp
WOMP!
All this scratching is making me itch
Hush little baby
Don't say a word
This is real hip-hop
So f*** what you heard
bullubularp
WOMP!
To all the real B-boys
Just kick that s***
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Hush - Kokane
※ Letrista
WILLIE T. JOHNSON, HENRY L. JR. OWENS, CLYDE RIDDICK, ORLANDUS WILSON, DUKE JOHNSON, WILLIAM STEVENSON
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