Hip Hop Hooray(feat. Webbie)-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 Ni**a you ain't ever shot sh*t, b**ch You don't know the first steps on how to whip a brick You too tender dick that I'mma try to pimp a b**ch 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 a** ni**a, scary a** ni**a Don't give back to your city, they should jack your a** 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 f**ked up, so Love a f**king bank roll the p**sy ni**a easy We cut from a different cloth ni**a, 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 p**sy a** niggas on the list Big nuts, yeah I'm talking baseballs Sh*t big, got big booty b**ches, 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 p**sy 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 p**sy 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 f**k with the savage, tell 'em Old weird a** rappers, weird a** teens Skinny a** pants, p**sy a** 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 sh*t, 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 sh*t You got that four dollar bill music, that fake sh*t Yeah we see y'all niggas, we don't believe y'all niggas We don't f**k 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 p**sy asses straight for the pastor b**ch, 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