Krumb Snatcha Hip Hop Lyrics
            *repeat in background of intro*
            scratching "Alright.. it's OK"
        
            [Krumb s_____a]
            Hip hop.. hip hop [4x]
        
            This one here's dedicated to a special part of my life that's missing
            If she's listenin, this one's dedicated to you
            Come on, uhh
        
            [Verse 1]
            I remeber '89 when I   ride the train
            Did the knowledge to the bombers that was taggin up the name
            Ghetto fame, was the only destiny
            Some will be remembered, while the other rest will be..
            Forgotten, hip hoppin on the old project roofs
            Now it's bulletproofs, gettin wild, Cristal, eighty booth,
            or get the bubblegoose, pass the O.E. boo
            And let me reminisce of Hip-Hop and the things we used to do
            I used to put 'em in positions, on top of a cardboard
            Poppin and breakin and get it open like a condor
            She been on rap tours for months
            Liqour and blunts, doin raps, holdin gats, and rockin gold fronts
            Before that rap in the Vicki Secret and Martinis
            We was givin ourselves, nicknames in graffiti
            Now it's Tahiti, hotels, suites, chanels
            Italian shoes, now your rockin silk pastels
            I can tell if our ending's, near or far
            Now you drive expensive cars, hang with A and Nas
            Left me and Kingo, to rap about your bankroll
            Your fo', night after night after you do a pack rat show
            I don't know, why you don't come around, how it sound
            You hang with cowboys and Nino Brown
            I miss you, but now you hold a pistol
            Put it down c'mere, cuz s_____a wanna kiss you
        
            [Chorus] 2x
            I miss Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)
            Yo where can she be?
            Can't she see and hop along right here with me
        
            [Verse 2]
            Night after night I cry to sleep fearin the end
            I called the Zulu Nation to help look for this lost friend
            I went all around and asked everyone,
            There's rumors she's seein some guy named KRS-One
            I'm lost son, I hope Hip-Hop can hear
            Without her there's no need for me to be here
            We used to rock the radio, shack tables, the Realistics
            I was simplistic but now your materialistic
            Got to have the Technics, the minute, you sample her
            Threw the beatmachine and keyboards inside the hamper
            Havin temper-tantrums all on stage, just to get paid
            Your gettin arrested, put on the front page
            Never in my life I thought you'd act like this
            The feelings I have for this longtime mis-tress
            I reminisce in the basement with her for hours
            And after verbal intercourse, I take a long shower (shower)
            But all of a sudden, you don't wanna see me
            Unsatisfied with 12" and got a CD
            Can it be, her goddess listenin to this?
            Cuz all I want Hip-Hop back with me for Christmas
            I miss this, special part of my life
            And when I see her again I'll make it sure she's my wife
        
            [Chorus] 4x
            I miss Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)
            Yo where can she be?
            Can't she see and hop along right here with me
        
            *repeat in background of outro*
            scratching "Alright.. it's OK"
        
            Ya move it to the left and the right y'all
            Everybody represent this here right y'all
            All the breakers gotta hit the dancefloor now
            Graffiti artists, raise hands in the air y'all
            Uh, uh uh...
        
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