Cypress HillStrictly Hip-Hop

[B-Real]: I neva rapped on an R&B record, and I neva will, I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real, But, they don't know how to take they own advisement, Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, comecializing Fu***n' sell out, n***a, this is hip-hop, not fasion, Get the hell out, I'm taking out these so called gangsta n****s, Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures, And I neva took another fu***n' mc's s**t, And made it my first single, f**k a hit, Fu***n' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off, I'm gonna, and all of it, It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record indistry, Sellin' out for the fame, I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmiks, Go down in flames, in the big game, [B-Real: Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage, But, I don't give a f**k cause I still manage, To represent to the fullest, No pop singles, and no actin' foolish, To the studio gangsta with the articals, In them magizines with the b***h editors, Keep it real in the game, N****s got no shame, Now all the executives want all the fame, Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes, For the f**k-em indistry that's take'n all ya dough, I neva stole it, stole it all, Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall, Fools want me to fall, I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate Tastic, I hear n****s say no, but, I know they front, Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt, I don't respect a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise, Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie, All you bruthas in the game run a check, Cause you get checked f****d off, with no respect, Muthafuckas
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