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Paroles
Hip-hip hop
Hip hop (Ugh!)
Is dead
Hip-hip hop (Ugh!)
Hip-hip hop… is dead (NYC! Dirty South!)
Hip-hip hop (West Coast!)
Hip hop (Midwest!)
Hip hop (Let's go!)
If hip hop should die before I wake
I’ll put an extended clip and body 'em all day!
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ!
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ!
If hip hop should die before I wake
I’ll load an extended clip and body 'em all day!
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ!
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ!
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she’s dead, she’s dead
Yeah, people smoke, chill, party, and die in the same corner
Get cash, live fast, body their man’s mama
Quick fast, trigger fingers, on the llama
Revenge in their eyes, Hennessy and the ganja
Word to the wise with villain state of minds
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it’s sown up Any ghetto will tell ya', Nas helped grow us up My face once graced promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million and billin', I helped blow 'em up Gave my man my right, I could have went left
So like my girl Foxy, the kid went Def/deaf
So people, who’s your top ten?
Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren?
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she’s dead, she’s dead
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Come through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings
Criticize that, why is that?
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap
'Cuz we love to talk on nasty chickens
Most intellectuals will only half listen
So you can’t blame jazz musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues
Oh, I they like me, in my white tee
You can’t ice me — we here for life, B!
On my second marriage, hip hop’s my first wifey
And for that, we not takin' it lightly
If hip hop should die, we die together
Bodies in the morgue lie together
All together now!
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she’s dead, she’s dead
Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' when it wasn’t all business
It forgot where it started
So we all gather here for the dearly departed
Hip-hopper since a toddler
One homeboy became a man, then a mobster
If it dies, let me get my last swig of Vodka
R.I.P., we’ll donate your lungs to a rasta!
Went from turntables to MP3's
From «Beat Street"to commercials on Mickey D’s
From gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face lifts
I’m lookin' over my shoulder
It’s about eighty people from my hood that showed up And they came to show love
Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut
Traduction des paroles
Si le hip hop devait mourir, nous mourrons ensemble
Les corps à la morgue se trouvent ensemble
Tous ensemble maintenant!
Le Hip hop vient de mourir ce matin
Le Hip hop vient de mourir ce matin
Le Hip hop vient de mourir ce matin
Et elle est morte, elle est morte
Tout le monde sonne la même chose, commercialiser le jeu
Reminiscin ' quand ce n'était pas que des affaires
Il a oublié où il a commencé
Donc nous nous réunissons tous ici pour les chers défunts
Hip-hopper depuis un enfant en bas âge
Un homeboy est devenu un homme, puis un gangster
S'il meurt, laissez-moi prendre ma dernière gorgée de Vodka
R. I. P., Nous donnerons vos poumons à un rasta!
Je suis passé des platines aux MP3
De "Beat Street" à des publicités sur Mickey D
Des câbles d'or à Jacobs
Des soins du visage simples au Botox et aux lifts du visage
Je suis lookin' par dessus mon épaule
Il y a environ quatre-vingts personnes de ma capuche qui sont venues montrer leur amour
Concert complet et les portes sont fermées