Dave Chapelle's Block Party movie - Hip Hop lyrics

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Song by Dead Prez<br /><br>

Uh, uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2<br>

Uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh<br>

All my dogs<br>

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Hook<br>

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It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip<br>

It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop<br>

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Uh, one thing ’bout music, when it hit you feel no pain<br>

White folks say it controls your brain<br>

I know better than that, that’s game and we ready for that<br>

Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat? <br>

And where my army at? <br>

Rather attack and not react<br>

Back the beats, it don’t reflect on how many records get sold<br>

On sex, drugs, and rock and roll, whether your project’s put on hold<br>

In the real world, these just people with ideas<br>

They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear<br>

Again the real world (world), it’s bigger than all these fake ass records<br>

When poor folks got the millions and my woman’s disrespected<br>

If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax<br>

Just do what you got to do, if that don’t work then kick the facts<br>

If you a fighter, rider, ? bout’er? , flame ignitor, crowd exciter<br>

Or you wanna just get high, then just say it<br>

But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry agent with a wire<br>

I’m gonna know it when I play it<br>

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Hook<br>

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Uh, who shot biggie smalls? <br>

If we don’t get them, they gonna get us all<br>

I’m down for runnin’ up on them crackers in they city hall<br>

We ride for y’all, all my dogs stay real<br>

Nigga don’t think these record deals gonna feed your seeds<br>

And pay your bills because they not<br>

Mc’s get a little bit of love and think they hot<br>

Talkin’ bout how much money they got, all y’all records sound the same<br>

I sick of that fake thug, r & b, rap scenario all day on the radio<br>

Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y’all don’t here me though<br>

These record labels slang our tapes like dope<br>

You can be next in line, and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke<br>

You would rather have a lexus, some justice, a dream or some substance? <br>

A beamer, a necklace or freedom? <br>

Still a nigga like me don’t playa’ hate, I just stay awake<br>

This real hip hop, and it don’t stop until we get the po-po off the block<br>

They call it....<br>

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Hook<br>

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Uh, dp’s got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up<br>

John blaze’d and shit what<br>

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Repeat<br>

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Fake, fake, fake records<br>

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