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Текст песни Krumb Snatcha - Hip Hop

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*repeat in background of intro*scratching "Alright.. it`s OK"[Krumb Snatcha]Hip hop.. hip hop [4x]This one here`s dedicated to a special part of my life that`s missingIf she`s listenin, this one`s dedicated to youCome on, uhh[Verse 1]I remeber `89 when I ride the trainDid the knowledge to the bombers that was taggin up the nameGhetto fame, was the only destinySome will be remembered, while the other rest will be..Forgotten, hip hoppin on the old project roofsNow it`s bulletproofs, gettin wild, Cristal, eighty booth,or get the bubblegoose, pass the O.E. booAnd let me reminisce of Hip-Hop and the things we used to doI used to put `em in positions, on top of a cardboardPoppin and breakin and get it open like a condorShe been on rap tours for monthsLiqour and blunts, doin raps, holdin gats, and rockin gold frontsBefore that rap in the Vicki Secret and MartinisWe was givin ourselves, nicknames in graffitiNow it`s Tahiti, hotels, suites, chanelsItalian shoes, now your rockin silk pastelsI can tell if our ending`s, near or farNow you drive expensive cars, hang with A and NasLeft me and Kingo, to rap about your bankrollYour fo`, night after night after you do a pack rat showI don`t know, why you don`t come around, how it soundYou hang with cowboys and Nino BrownI miss you, but now you hold a pistolPut it down c`mere, cuz Snatcha wanna kiss you[Chorus] 2xI miss Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)Yo where can she be?Can`t she see and hop along right here with me[Verse 2]Night after night I cry to sleep fearin the endI called the Zulu Nation to help look for this lost friendI went all around and asked everyone,There`s rumors she`s seein some guy named KRS-OneI`m lost son, I hope Hip-Hop can hearWithout her there`s no need for me to be hereWe used to rock the radio, shack tables, the RealisticsI was simplistic but now your materialisticGot to have the Technics, the minute, you sample herThrew the beatmachine and keyboards inside the hamperHavin temper-tantrums all on stage, just to get paidYour gettin arrested, put on the front pageNever in my life I thought you`d act like thisThe feelings I have for this longtime mis-tressI reminisce in the basement with her for hoursAnd after verbal intercourse, I take a long shower (shower)But all of a sudden, you don`t wanna see meUnsatisfied with 12" and got a CDCan it be, her goddess listenin to this?Cuz all I want Hip-Hop back with me for ChristmasI miss this, special part of my lifeAnd when I see her again I`ll make it sure she`s my wife[Chorus] 4xI miss Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)Yo where can she be?Can`t she see and hop along right here with me*repeat in background of outro*scratching "Alright.. it`s OK"Ya move it to the left and the right y`allEverybody represent this here right y`allAll the breakers gotta hit the dancefloor nowGraffiti artists, raise hands in the air y`allUh, uh uh...

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