up like a dreadlock, Gong niggas like Junior Marley when the lead drop, Eat em like a meal while the fed watch, You married the street I just fucked
One, two"} like {"three"} like Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin [Royce Da 5'9"] (Woo!) I'm what choice is to option Royce to hip-hop is what
Rhymes] Nowadays when niggaz walk around they start to look like hamburgers and frankfurters Aiyyo Royce Da 5'9" Feed on these motherfuckers homie, c'mon! [Royce Da 5'9
so far awayyyyyyy, ayy I'm just playin, I don't really wanna take yo' ass nowhere Let's do the real song, C'MON! [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] Maybe you should
[Chorus: Sample] Looking out my window from my mind's blown hotel room I remember that cold, cold rainy night Looking out my window [Royce Da 5'9"] Feeling
it We gettin new money, let us blow it [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Iyana Dean)] {"New! New!"} [Royce] I'm soundin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me [Royce
] You took a part of me with you You took a part of me with you Uhh, you took a part of me with you Ahh, ahh [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] Last night we had
{"Frequency..."} [Royce Da 5'9"] Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff I'm feelin like the best, nobody - bring it back Fresh off the jet from
they salute you Love from the hood Ain't no feelin' like rollin' through knowin' you good 'Cause you been keepin' it true When niggaz see you they salute you Royce Da 5'9
[Intro/Break - Royce Da 5'9"] This is a little something to ride to Kick back and just catch a vibe to I pop me a pill, I drink me another drink, if I
, I'm slidin off the highway There's a curve in the road I don't know when I'm going, crazy" [vocal gun sounds and scatting for next 22 seconds] [Royce Da 5'9
use her body-ody To be the spotlight of the party (ohh) You ain't got what it takes to keep her away from me [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] I got a thing
a face to the opposite of how the FAKE do it I'm hip-hop's savior, the old faithful Sick shit, stop you off that liquid like brake fluid This is Street Hop (Street Hop
for bein born! And the desert eagle is "mi amor" She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore [Royce Da 5'9"] Allow me to
shit off me I gotta shake this weak shit off me Keep shit off me, leave it in the streets like bitch, get off me 1977, July 5th Conceived immaculately
Now ohh, nana [Royce Da 5'9" - talking over Interlude] You are now dealin with the biggest criminal in the world Welcome to Gotham City, it's a star tonight [Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9
[Royce Da 5'9"] I got a phone call Six in the morning, anonymous, that said "Yeah nigga, we got him" and then they hung up Then I looked down at my iPhone
Vertaling: Royce Da 5'9. Street Hop 2010.
