Hip Hop Hooray(feat. Webbie) - Boosie Badazz

They lying in hip-hop
They lying in hip-hop
They lying in hip-hop
They lying
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
Ni**a you ain't ever shot sh*t, b**ch
You don't know the first steps on how to whip a brick
You too tender dick that I'mma try to pimp a b**ch
On the tape you, a ape, catch a case, you a snitch
Just cause you rich, just cause you rich don't mean a thang
You can't even go up in the streets you used to hang
Putting on for the fame, you ain't know 'bout real pain
Fairytaling a**ni**a, scary a**ni**a
Don't give back to your city, they should jack your a**
Did my research Webbie, they don't live like that
Turn on the radio you hear the same thing
Models, Bugatti's and bottles, damn shame
It seems rappers don't struggle no mo', love they mother nomo
I just left a place where you niggas will get f**ked up, so
Love a f**king bank roll the p**sy ni**a easy
We cut from a different cloth ni**a, believe that
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
I don't believe you, I don't believe you
I don't believe you, you need more people
I don't believe you, I don't believe you
I don't believe you, you need more people
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, now what you doing?
Putting all these p**sy a**niggas on the list
Big nuts, yeah I'm talking baseballs
Sh*t big, got big booty b**ches, yup all that
They call my phone all the time I probably call back
Straight up finna going beast mode, I got my dawg back
Bandana, Polo pajamas, y'all niggas p**sy cats
I dick it down and you ain't even get your drawers back
Got any questions for the doctor, I got truth for answers
Have these lil p**sy rappers dropping like they spreading cancer
I been tryna make it, please don't make me make it happen
Do what you want but you won't f**k with the savage, tell 'em
Old weird a**rappers, weird a**teens
Skinny a**pants, p**sy a**jeans
You niggas different from Badazz ENT
Cause we never rap beef, we just put niggas to sleep
I got a face that make these niggas ain't me
They ain't real like I'm real cause these niggas ain't street
The music that they making listen closely it ain't deep
And other artists follow that sh*t, but not me
I'm in my own lane doing my own thing, millions when the phone ring
These niggas clone mane so Boosie on mane
I got that Geto boy, NWA sh*t
You got that four dollar bill music, that fake sh*t
Yeah we see y'all niggas, we don't believe y'all niggas
We don't f**k with y'all niggas, we will bleed y'all niggas
On the real y'all actors, we don't feel y'all bastards
We'll leave y'all p**sy asses straight for the pastor b**ch, preach
They lying in hip-hop, they lying in hip-hop
They lying in hip-hop, they lying
They lying in hip-hop, they lying in hip-hop
They lying in hip-hop, they lying