This ain't rappin', this is street hop Now get up off yo' like yo' seats hot This ain't rappin', this is street hop Now get up off yo' like yo' seats hot Yeah, Redman uh, E. Sermon, Tre Yeah, yo, I'm Doc, Brick City, know how I rock I'm hip hop, I live up in the rim shop I blow out my tires then I buy some mo' My car's Ying Yang'n the way it sit low A little Anita, a little Vandross I got two guns to give you secondhand smoke I'm no joke, this ain't Hanna Barbera It's the Bricks, Mandela on Anteras In my rear mirror, a freak approach Knew she wasn't first class 'cause her bag was Coach She was like, "Redman! Buy me boots" So I, bought her Timbs, and a army suit Nobody want it with Doc, you smell me Duke? Front page, smokin' L's in The Daily News Y'all cats big time, but the tops are turned When you in the same realm as, Doc and Serm', yeah This ain't rappin', this is street hop Now get up off yo' like yo' seats hot And hear the record it's hot say, one two, one two, one two This ain't rappin', this is street hop Now get up off yo' like yo' seats hot And hear the record it's hot say, one two, one two, one two E-Dub in the flesh, no replacement I still bring trunk funk from the basement Peeimp MC, my style's mackadocious Boy, ask her-on who the dopest E steppin' to me, better-a think twice I'm nice, the outcome be 'The Passion of Christ' You get ripped, you ain't equipped to rock with the vandal I change your Timberlands to sandals Thug MC's, thinkin' they hard When they walk around the block with six bodyguards Yo, I'm a big dawg, you a pup It's like comparin' a car to a truck What, you spend dough for airplay when you network That ain't fair, that ain't the way the street work This is street hop, nuttin' about pride For you, I'ma keep them ambulances outside, you dig? This ain't rappin', this is street hop Now get up off yo' like yo' seats hot You hear the record it's hot say, one two, one two, one two This ain't rappin', this is street hop Now get up off yo' like yo' seats hot You hear the record it's hot say, one two, one two, one two All them rappers that can't rhyme What is you doin' is a crime Sayin' that garbage all the time Word up, yeah That's how I'm livin', still a gangsta, still a pimpin' mack All around hustler, 9 to 5 flippin' crack Tryin' to stay up out of prison, steady spittin' raps Not to mention spittin' scraps, don't mix your puddy-tat with that Dhark Citi, put it on your map Don't ride through without your pistol, put it on your lap And I don't look for beef but don't think that I won't attack Have you in a coffin momma like, "He don't belong in that" You shoulda thought of that before the fact Why a roll the dice, lose all they money, then they want it back? But that's a bunch of crap But f'real jyo, don't gamble witcha life, 'cause ain't no comin' back This ain't rappin', this is street hop Now get up off yo' like yo' seats hot You hear the record it's hot say, one two, one two, one two This ain't rappin', this is street hop Now get up off yo' like yo' seats hot You hear the record it's hot say, one two, one two, one two This ain't rappin', this is street hop Now get up off yo' like yo' seats hot, yeah You hear the record it's hot say, one two, one two, one two This ain't rappin', this is street hop Now get up off yo' like yo' seats hot, yeah
