Lyric Hip 2 Da Game
(You know what?)
(You know what?)
(You know what?)
[ CHORUS ]
I m hip to the game (right)
I ll always be the same (true)
Cause whether I m broke or got fame
Sunshine or rain
Ain t a damn thing changed
[ VERSE 1 ]
Finesse fell off, that s what some figure
You better see Mary Blige and get the 411, nigga
I rock rappers frequently
I m like Stevie Wonder, I can t see a brother beatin me
Wanna throw joints? You get spanked, fella
Wanna talk dough? I m seein more cash than a bank teller
Wanna talk girls, you can t follow this
I been through more skins than the average dermatologist
I m no joke on a fast or slow tip
Pockets stay so thick, be on some down-low shit
I turn MC s red fast
I never sell out, fuck that, yo, I m dead ass
I m on it like TNT
When it comes to this, ain t another brother seein me
That s why opponents always get scared
Cause I make brothers go, "Hey yo, that s that shit there!"
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2 ]
Brothers better lounge when I pass through town
(You better recognize) Don t know? Better ask around
Word life, I m not a new figure
They say good things come to those who wait - I m overdue, nigga
I lounge and rock tunes
The way I be savin the day, give me a cape and a costume
But no, it s not Batman, it s the original blackman
That goes back like the Gap Band
I don t run scams, got dumb fans
Yo, I m one man that s quick to toast a nigga like a sun tan
People wondered would I rock again?
Shit, rap without Finesse is like life without oxygen
It s no quiz, I get biz, you know what the deal is
Rap ain t shit if it ain t real, kid
Can t a rapper outplay me
(Do your thing, kid) Word life, no doubt, baby
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
I don t stutter, I m so butter, like no other
Word, I m that funky type of soul brother
I get stupid, but I m dumb wise, I m one guy
That can rock a party from night until sunrise
You can t mess with the rap lord
That s like sayin you can dunk when you can t touch the backboard
Ha, I got the smooth rep
I got styles that kung-fu muthafuckas didn t use yet
How long I been rockin raps?
Since niggas was wearin Lee s, mark-necks and sportin stocking caps
Plus I be flippin figures
In 95 and beyond, best believe I got some shit for niggas
(You know what?)
(You know what?)
(You know what?)
(Yeah!)
(You know what?)
(You know what?)
[ CHORUS ]
I m hip to the game (right)
I ll always be the same (true)
Cause whether I m broke or got fame
Sunshine or rain
Ain t a damn thing changed
[ VERSE 1 ]
Finesse fell off, that s what some figure
You better see Mary Blige and get the 411, nigga
I rock rappers frequently
I m like Stevie Wonder, I can t see a brother beatin me
Wanna throw joints? You get spanked, fella
Wanna talk dough? I m seein more cash than a bank teller
Wanna talk girls, you can t follow this
I been through more skins than the average dermatologist
I m no joke on a fast or slow tip
Pockets stay so thick, be on some down-low shit
I turn MC s red fast
I never sell out, fuck that, yo, I m dead ass
I m on it like TNT
When it comes to this, ain t another brother seein me
That s why opponents always get scared
Cause I make brothers go, "Hey yo, that s that shit there!"
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2 ]
Brothers better lounge when I pass through town
(You better recognize) Don t know? Better ask around
Word life, I m not a new figure
They say good things come to those who wait - I m overdue, nigga
I lounge and rock tunes
The way I be savin the day, give me a cape and a costume
But no, it s not Batman, it s the original blackman
That goes back like the Gap Band
I don t run scams, got dumb fans
Yo, I m one man that s quick to toast a nigga like a sun tan
People wondered would I rock again?
Shit, rap without Finesse is like life without oxygen
It s no quiz, I get biz, you know what the deal is
Rap ain t shit if it ain t real, kid
Can t a rapper outplay me
(Do your thing, kid) Word life, no doubt, baby
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
I don t stutter, I m so butter, like no other
Word, I m that funky type of soul brother
I get stupid, but I m dumb wise, I m one guy
That can rock a party from night until sunrise
You can t mess with the rap lord
That s like sayin you can dunk when you can t touch the backboard
Ha, I got the smooth rep
I got styles that kung-fu muthafuckas didn t use yet
How long I been rockin raps?
Since niggas was wearin Lee s, mark-necks and sportin stocking caps
Plus I be flippin figures
In 95 and beyond, best believe I got some shit for niggas
(You know what?)
(You know what?)
(You know what?)
(Yeah!)