Cypress Hill - Strictly Hip Hop lyrics

I neva rapped on an R and B record, and I neva will I got these phoney muthaf**as, 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, commercializing f**in' sell out, n***a, this is hip-hop, not fashion Get the hell out I'm peepin' out these so called gangsta n***as Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures And I neva took another f**in' MC's sh** And made it my first single, f** a hit f**in' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off I'm gonna, end all of it It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry Sellin' out for the fame I just sit back and watch all these fools with their gimmicks Go down in flames, in the big game Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage But, I don't give a f** 'cuz I still manage To represent to the fullest No pop singles, and no actin' foolish To the studio gangsta with them articals In them magizines with the b**h editors Keep it real in the game n***as got no shame Now all the executives want all the f**in' fame Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes For the f**-em industry 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 But I won't, 'cuz my roots are too thick and strong Like the chocolate tastic I hear n***as say no, but, I know they front 'Cuz afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt I don't respect a hypocrite, muthaf**as I despise 'Cuz me, I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie All you bruthas in the game run a check 'Cuz you get checked f**ed off, with no respect Muthaf**as