paroles de chanson Fuck Ya Hip-Hop - Murs , Rapper Big Pooh , ScHoolboy Q

[ One] [Schoolboy Q]:
I think my pressure boilin'
From all the shit that's spoilin'
Uh, I once was on it
But now my head's enormous
Uh, your shit was borin'
My art is fast and formin'
Creativity is what you lack in your performance
You see the crowd nigga?
Microphone checker
Mr. Home Wrecker
Give me hard liquor
Let the blunt flicker
You see my style evolve
Reservoir Dogs and we some Hannibals
If I would catalog, feelin' phenomenon
I'm after the Parmesan
While grippin' my fire arm
Bang
He lost an arm
Bang
He writin' nuttin'
Nigga you wastin' time
I'm wasted, past the line
I'm hard
My nig you whine, you broke
My nig you lyin' you owe
You buyin' dimes, look my nig we know the signs
But quick to speak our minds
Frontin' like you ballin' man
I couldn't tell, Hell, smokin' more than what your dealer sell
Huh
Super fail
Super duper fail
Listen to the Schoolboy, my mic can teach you well, Hell
Haaa!
Left him at a pit stop
Top Dawg
Motherfuck your hip hop
[] [Schoolboy Q]:
Motherfuck your hip hop
Motherfuck your hip hop
You ain't gotta cop it when my shit drop
Motherfuck your hip hop
[ Two] [Big Pooh]:
They don't wanna see you shine
They don't wanna see you grow
They don't wanna see you sign on that line and get doe
Wanna keep you in they pocket
I fire like a rocket
I'm tryin' to blow up like stickin' forks in the socket
I did it for the love
I do it for the art
Now how am I supposed to write these 16s in the dark?
My car's on park
I can't eat skills
And props ain't gon' pay all these motherfuckin' bills
I can keep it real and get paid at the same time
Money in my pocket won't reflect on my next line
Next rhyme, next date, showin' off my chest plate
Belly big, lookin' all full cause I just ate
Know some shit been goin' wrong if I lost weight
Ain't about the doe but I need it now, won't wait
Can't stop, won't stop, not even a drip drop
Say what you want but motherfuck your hip hop
[] [Schoolboy Q]:
Motherfuck your hip hop
Motherfuck your hip hop
You ain't gotta cop it when my shit drop
Motherfuck your hip hop
[ Three] [Murs]:
They say, "Murs why you put Dogg Pound on Paid Dues and shit?
Must have gone mainstream, sold out losin' it."
Niggas that's been underground for years and ain't doin' shit
My homies ain't no b-boys fool, all they do is Crip
Keep on talkin' shit and they gon' sock you in the lip
And you gon' do is get mad and try to sue a pimp
Then I'm spendin' loot on a lawyer that's ludicrous
Cashin' out my street cred for you? Man I'm through with this
I'm a changed man, that's the only reason you exist
If this was '96 we would have caught you in a twist
The little homies bustin' at you out the Bronco
Peel your cap ten kick back at the compost
Large orange bang and a bomb plate of nachos
Biter broke nigga, quit hatin', keep your mouth closed
Rappin' 30 years, you still ain't this hot
Shut your ass up nigga
Motherfuck your hip hop
[] [Schoolboy Q]:
Motherfuck your hip hop
Motherfuck your hip hop
You ain't gotta cop it when my shit drop
Motherfuck your hip hop