Bring Back Hip Hop by Tracy De S Lyrics
[Verse 1]
White tattoos getting L.I.T
White taboos getting T.I.P's
White voodoo all in V.I.P
No flex zone, are you feeling me?
When I walk into the party
All these bitches acting naughty
Half naked, they be hottie
Niggas calling them their shawty
Invite them a Bugatti
Wanna get into their body
Wet, wet them like Bali
Imma give them a finale
But I won’t
Cos they’re cheating D’s
And my phone harder than their D’s
Check between their thighs
Nicki found her bees
Pops smoking pipe are the real G’s
Every rapper got a hoe
And their children earning dough
And the public is so hungry
They be feeding on our shows
Paying artists for bliss
Sending guys to school
To say shit like this
[Chorus]
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah
[Verse 2]
When I was 13, I lost my CD player
On a plane to Paris
The crew couldn’t cater
To my needs, when I lost all of the seeds
That gave fruit to my childhood, hip hop integrator
So my mum tried to buy me new CD’s
Cos my Walkman was older than my fleece
I said peace, got my Nintendo at least
This is what happens when you’re born in the 90’s
Yeah, Biggie called me Big momma
Smith got me jigging with it like a dancer
Salt'N'Peppa got me pushing even harder
While Ms Hill got me thinking 'bout tomorrow
Cos we’re carrying the movement on our backs
And our lyrics will talk about our past
Clever punchlines, rhymes and scratch
Offer good music that will last
[Chorus]
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah
[Verse 3]
I don’t think so, take a Benzo
Walk, walk out the door with a Blenzo
When you’re read’ go, like I said so
Bring back reggae and Calypso
Holla back to the vintage and retro
MC’s, Pac, Biggie and Nate Dogg
Save them with good melodies, a beat in crescendo
Rest in peace, West and East cos we’ve got your backs though
Cos they wanna see the money
Autotune making them honey
The fakest thing around me
Poetic anomaly
Prostitutes and cars see living in a fantasy
Telling kids today that everyone’s their enemy
Brands and names making them commit felony
Trying to make drugs instead of getting a degree
Honestly don’t flex on me Hip Hop on me
[Chorus]
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah
White tattoos getting L.I.T
White taboos getting T.I.P's
White voodoo all in V.I.P
No flex zone, are you feeling me?
When I walk into the party
All these bitches acting naughty
Half naked, they be hottie
Niggas calling them their shawty
Invite them a Bugatti
Wanna get into their body
Wet, wet them like Bali
Imma give them a finale
But I won’t
Cos they’re cheating D’s
And my phone harder than their D’s
Check between their thighs
Nicki found her bees
Pops smoking pipe are the real G’s
Every rapper got a hoe
And their children earning dough
And the public is so hungry
They be feeding on our shows
Paying artists for bliss
Sending guys to school
To say shit like this
[Chorus]
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah
[Verse 2]
When I was 13, I lost my CD player
On a plane to Paris
The crew couldn’t cater
To my needs, when I lost all of the seeds
That gave fruit to my childhood, hip hop integrator
So my mum tried to buy me new CD’s
Cos my Walkman was older than my fleece
I said peace, got my Nintendo at least
This is what happens when you’re born in the 90’s
Yeah, Biggie called me Big momma
Smith got me jigging with it like a dancer
Salt'N'Peppa got me pushing even harder
While Ms Hill got me thinking 'bout tomorrow
Cos we’re carrying the movement on our backs
And our lyrics will talk about our past
Clever punchlines, rhymes and scratch
Offer good music that will last
[Chorus]
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah
[Verse 3]
I don’t think so, take a Benzo
Walk, walk out the door with a Blenzo
When you’re read’ go, like I said so
Bring back reggae and Calypso
Holla back to the vintage and retro
MC’s, Pac, Biggie and Nate Dogg
Save them with good melodies, a beat in crescendo
Rest in peace, West and East cos we’ve got your backs though
Cos they wanna see the money
Autotune making them honey
The fakest thing around me
Poetic anomaly
Prostitutes and cars see living in a fantasy
Telling kids today that everyone’s their enemy
Brands and names making them commit felony
Trying to make drugs instead of getting a degree
Honestly don’t flex on me Hip Hop on me
[Chorus]
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, bring back Hip Hop
Bring, it bring it back, yeah