Rude Boy Hip Hop
Styles P Feat. Raheem DeVaughn
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Di-di-di-da, di-di-di-di-da-da-de
Like 187 when the ghost boy spray
I got the toy rappers run for cover tonight
Di-di-di-da, di-di-di-di-da-da-de
It's 187 when the Lox boy spray
It's that rude boy hip-hop, New York shit that you like
Vocals out of the windpipe is givin' you insight
Real New York nigga, that's word to the pinstripes
Can't fly the kite 'less the wind right
Blow the city up then skip on it, Jeremy Lin like
Yeah, I'm a shooter like Glen Rice
Long range in the Range the color of corn, watchin' a ball game
Like bird in the garden with the leprechaun
Everything is money, upper echelon
You cheaper than the food in the Chinese restaurant
On the corner in the hood
They come to body your man, you'd warn him if you could
If you can, you body them niggas and leave 'em in the woods
Favor for a favor, like Nasir in Scarface said
Niggas'll kill your family for Scarface bread
I want Sosa dough
SP the Ghost, La Cosa Nostra flow
What up?
Di-di-di-da, di-di-di-di-da-da-de
Like 187 when the ghost boy spray
I got the toy rappers run for cover tonight
Di-di-di-da, di-di-di-di-da-da-de
It's 187 when the Lox boy spray
It's that rude boy hip-hop, New York shit that you like
Lyricist, the weed is the therapist, the therapy
'Cause my pedigree is higher than yours'll ever be
Devil got kicked out of Heaven because of jealousy
Bars is like mental telepathy with melody
Niggas can't measure my wavelength
Playin' Max B while I'm poundin' the pavement
You should get paid off the shit you engaged in
Fresh everyday like the shit's an occasion
Told my son to do what I say, don't do what I do
Did shit I shouldn't have done for a dollar or two
And you always be the leader, never follow the crew
Study today then peep what tomorrow could do
And you keep your ears open for wise words
The bird's the only animal that's meant to fly first
'Cause you crawl before you walk and you walk before you run
And you fly around the world and you shine like you the sun
Di-di-di-da, di-di-di-di-da-da-de
Like 187 when the ghost boy spray
I got the toy rappers run for cover tonight
Di-di-di-da, di-di-di-di-da-da-de
It's 187 when the Lox boy spray
It's that rude boy hip-hop, New York shit that you like