Webbie - Hip Hop Hooray lyrics

[Hook: Boosie Badazz] They lying in hip-hop They lying in hip-hop They lying in hip-hop They lying Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today [Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] n***a you ain't ever shot sh**, b**h You don't know the first steps on how to whip a brick You too tender dick that I'mma try to pimp a b**h On the tape you, a ape, catch a case, you a snitch Just cause you rich, just cause you rich don't mean a thang You can't even go up in the streets you used to hang Putting on for the fame, you ain't know 'bout real pain Fairytaling a** n***a, scary a** n***a Don't give back to your city, they should jack your a** Did my research Webbie, they don't live like that Turn on the radio you hear the same thing Models, Bugatti's and bottles, damn shame It seems rappers don't struggle no mo', love they mother nomo I just left a place where you n***as will get f**ed up, so Love a f**ing bank roll the p**y n***a easy We cut from a different cloth n***a, believe that [Hook: Boosie Badazz] Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today I don't believe you, I don't believe you I don't believe you, you need more people I don't believe you, I don't believe you I don't believe you, you need more people [Verse 2: Webbie] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, now what you doing? Putting all these p**y a** n***as on the list Big nuts, yeah I'm talking baseballs sh** big, got big booty b**hes, yup all that They call my phone all the time I probably call back Straight up finna going beast mode, I got my dawg back Bandana, Polo pajamas, y'all n***as p**y cats I dick it down and you ain't even get your drawers back Got any questions for the doctor, I got truth for answers Have these lil p**y rappers dropping like they spreading cancer I been tryna make it, please don't make me make it happen Do what you want but you won't f** with the savage, tell 'em [Hook: Boosie Badazz] [Verse 3: Boosie Badazz] Old weird a** rappers, weird a** teens Skinny a** pants, p**y a** jeans You n***as different from Badazz ENT Cause we never rap beef, we just put n***as to sleep I got a face that make these n***as ain't me They ain't real like I'm real cause these n***as ain't street The music that they making listen closely it ain't deep And other artists follow that sh**, but not me I'm in my own lane doing my own thing, millions when the phone ring These n***as clone mane so Boosie on mane I got that Geto boy, NWA sh** You got that four dollar bill music, that fake sh** [Hook: Boosie Badazz] [Verse 4: Webbie] Yeah we see y'all n***as, we don't believe y'all n***as We don't f** with y'all n***as, we will bleed y'all n***as On the real y'all actors , we don't feel y'all ba*tards We'll leave y'all p**y a**es straight for the pastor b**h, preach [Hook: Boosie Badazz] They lying in hip-hop, they lying in hip-hop They lying in hip-hop, they lying They lying in hip-hop, they lying in hip-hop They lying in hip-hop, they lying