Hip Hop - N.A.S.A., Sam i, KRS-One

Gimme, gimme, gimme

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby

Gimme, gimme, gimme

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby

Where did hip hop go, the freestyle flow

The beats that bring your first to your face like, oh shit

Make you hold your dick

Golden era hits?

I try to tell these kids, respect the architects

But all y’all want is to collect the check

See this beat right here, it’ll hurt your neck

You gotta put in work to catch some wreck

Like when I first started, I was whole hearted

But now the game became dearly departed

Billboard charted, artists get retarded

When them checks come I still respect some

Russell Simmons for Presidents?

Let’s elect him

Who’s the next to come with the new ish?

It’s the nigga you wish, Fat Liddish

Fresh and replenished

(Ha ha ha)

Gimme, gimme, gimme

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby

Gimme, gimme, gimme

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby

So let’s go with the flow of an older pro

Y’all know at the show, all is you hear is 'Oh' and 'Whoa'

And of course 'Ho', hey yo, turn up my flow

I am hip hop, you don’t know you too slow

Hey bro, I’m dope because I say so

I see truth like Plato and kick ass like Kato

There ain’t no MC or rapper with Kris flow

Y’all just wanna get dough but love’s gonna get yo

I spit slow, hit low, been dope from the get go

When rappers walk past The Blast, they tiptoe

Your chick know and your click know

The spirit of my sick flow will open your mind really quick, yo

I’ma switch flows while y’all switch clothes and hoes

Then you wonder why Kris close all the shows

I stay on my toes as hip hop grows from the under

Welcome to hip hop culture

Gimme, gimme, gimme

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby

Gimme, gimme, gimme

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby

We used to roll out with the thunder sound

And beats and rhythms

And gather 'round in the cipher to get down

Give it all you got nigga, putting your shit down

But nowadays it’s funny how they don’t say shit, no

Power to the people pioneering the ship

Ripping the main frame, aiming to get a hold of these chips

From anonymous tips

Keeping that hip hop even when the needle skips

And inject soul affection like collagen lips

Polishing perfect for the circuit as the Cadillac dips

Lacing the track makes you want to take it back, what?

I didn’t know you boys was gonna rock that shit like that, what?

Some skills we never lack

When you got hot shit, they wanna ride piggyback

But when you lack, everything fades to black

And that’s hip hop, it’ll drive you crazy

Say what, say what?

(Baby, baby)

Gimme, gimme, gimme

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby

Gimme, gimme, gimme

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby

Gimme some of that hip hop, baby, baby