Lyrics Hip Hop - Krumb Snatcha
*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,
pass
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...
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