Krumb Snatcha - Hip Hop lyrics

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Krumb Snatcha - Hip Hop lyrics

*repeat in background of intro* Scratching "Alright.. it's OK" [Krumb Snatcha] Hip hop.. hip hop [4x] This one here's dedicated to a special part of my life that's missing If she's listenin, this one's dedicated to you Come on, uhh [Verse 1] I remeber '89 when I ride the train Did the knowledge to the bombers that was taggin up the name Ghetto fame, was the only destiny Some will be remembered, while the other rest will be.. Forgotten, hip hoppin on the old project roofs Now it's bulletproofs, gettin wild, Cristal, eighty booth Or get the bubblegoose, pa** the O.E. boo And let me reminisce of Hip-Hop and the things we used to do I used to put 'em in positions, on top of a cardboard Poppin and breakin and get it open like a condor She been on rap tours for months Liqour and blunts, doin raps, holdin gats, and rockin gold fronts Before that rap in the Vicki Secret and Martinis We was givin ourselves, nicknames in graffiti Now it's Tahiti, hotels, suites, chanels Italian shoes, now your rockin silk pastels I can tell if our ending's, near or far Now you drive expensive cars, hang with A and Nas Left me and Kingo, to rap about your bankroll Your fo', night after night after you do a pack rat show I don't know, why you don't come around, how it sound You hang with cowboys and Nino Brown I miss you, but now you hold a pistol Put it down c'mere, cuz Snatcha wanna kiss you [Chorus] 2x I miss Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop) Yo where can she be? Can't she see and hop along right here with me [Verse 2] Night after night I cry to sleep fearin the end I called the Zulu Nation to help look for this lost friend I went all around and asked everyone There's rumors she's seein some guy named KRS-One I'm lost son, I hope Hip-Hop can hear Without her there's no need for me to be here We used to rock the radio, shack tables, the Realistics I was simplistic but now your materialistic Got to have the Technics, the minute, you sample her Threw the beatmachine and keyboards inside the hamper Havin temper-tantrums all on stage, just to get paid Your gettin arrested, put on the front page Never in my life I thought you'd act like this The feelings I have for this longtime mis-tress I reminisce in the basement with her for hours And after verbal intercourse, I take a long shower (shower) But all of a sudden, you don't wanna see me Unsatisfied with 12" and got a CD Can it be, her goddess listenin to this? Cuz all I want Hip-Hop back with me for Christmas I miss this, special part of my life And when I see her again I'll make it sure she's my wife [Chorus] 4x I miss Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop) Yo where can she be? Can't she see and hop along right here with me *repeat in background of outro* Scratching "Alright.. it's OK" Ya move it to the left and the right y'all Everybody represent this here right y'all All the breakers gotta hit the dancefloor now Graffiti artists, raise hands in the air y'all Uh, uh uh...