I ain't a Crip though But I got a gang of niggas walking with my clique, though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip
, crowded streets, the fusion yo The heat is on, never too black or too strong In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
to catch sunrays Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon Nigga babe got room, grab the gat for misbehaviors And the chocolate faded boom, flossin' hip
in their context, With no originality concepts, Who gives a fuck about a salary; this ain't a popularity contest, Cos hip hop ain't faking for ends, Hip
it back and said "hey pops, c'mon down we're having a parade, c'mon down we're having a parade, c'mon down we're having a parade, woohoo! hey!!!"
blue but I ain't a Crip though But I got a gang of brothers walking with my clique though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock Afrika Bambaataa, home of the hip
're doin' it our way Rollin' and gettin' funky like Kid 'N Play See her over there behind the phonograph She's a psychopath, I make the breaks last A Salt-N-Pepa parade
camera action the hip-hop attraction Fresh Priggy John Bliggy player haters been hatin' all my playin' for years now they seein' they worst fears as I bathe in cheers parades
Shooting from the hip about our faith and love I see it in your faces thin as shadow See me as I figure in your late night plan See me as I'm cocooned
no names Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin' sprayed 'Cause hip hop is in a state of 911 It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone
bubbly pourin' through me Got the bubbly pourin' through me, sparkly Diamond runnin' strangers in paradise Over flash sugar cane alley cats Lo in parade
with a bat and tell you to break a leg Hee, hee, I got the Kris Kross laugh, a very angry future A pissed off past, fuck hip-hop, I target it I will
We took 'em high, we took 'em straight up the hill They wanted it all, we gave 'em such a fill In their parades we stole every thrill And in their games
you'll really be free Kiss the concrete, while you're in the hot seat, watch me I'm stealing your wrist watch G This is Hip Hop beef And if ya' clip
with no lives to save Said, I don't go to clubs And I don't go to raves And I don't go to pubs And I don't go to parades So, where do I go You might
other morn it was a perfect day picked up the news paper checked the front page what it'd say.. 10 new wars today no cause for dismay generally ok hip
10 cigatettes "I'm sorry kid, Chicago's calling And this town is over" Now it's all over But what a town it was With it's endless freak parade
it in order Beats like the freak from the latin quarter Though I'm down with the t-o scene I don't hang with no polo team No charade, a parade I'm here
