Teksty: Tech N9ne. Crybaby.
[Intro:]
[Guy:]
Yo Tech what's you feelings on the state hip hop and is hip hop still alive or is it dead
[Tech N9ne:]
I mean I love the state of hip hop right now
You know what I'm sayin I love it
And I think hip hop is very alive you know what I'm sizzlin
Whenever you got brother and sisters you know what I'm sayin
Comin up out of poverty you know what I'm sizzlin
And doin sumtin positive like music you know what I'm sizzlin
And makin money I mean you know what I'm sayin
I mean wheres the motherfuckin death in that
[Verse 1:]
I was born in 71 in kansas city MO
My momma was a heavily one so the fam was pretty slow
When it came to rappin R&B and plenty mo
Check it if it wasn't no gospel parcel writtin bible then it go
So when you tell the baby to don't do sumtin they end up doin it anyway
Like don't listen to rap cause it's the evil music of today
But I really fell in love with the sound that was comin out from the eatscoast
So we got it twist it up a bit and the industry's havin a heatstroke
Some say that rap is dead
But when I get the white black and red
And jump on the tour bus and do 58 shows and I'm back with a big black sack of bread
Can't belive that that was said
Cause I'm here with a sack of feds
And I got it from rap hip hop or watever and I did not have to beg
So here I stand the mic in hand with my rapporteur
And I like the fans
Spendin grands
Cause we got the fire
I merchandise like 5 g's every half an hour
And you cry like a baby so your mic must be your pacifer
[Chorus:]
When I read them magazines
Them rappers soundin like
WAH WAH WAH Crybaby
When I see them on the TV
Them rappers soundin like
WAH WAH WAH What you cryin for
[x2]
[Verse 2:]
If it's negative I don't wanna hear it
Eleminate the player hatin when they in the spit
I hear em talkin they mad and smurfin soulja boy
They hatin bigger then magazine and don't even know the boy
I know the boy
Watch them rappers wanna attack people
Run up to the car and pull out the mac lethal
Man that's the problem with the black people
Now what you need to know is that
In the world there's a lot of dough to stack
And the ones that wanna hold us back
Ain't been outside they cold us sack
Every nigga I know is strapped
Rip shows that'll blow your back
But noice that
That I could put it right down where the shoulders at
Hatin on the south why
Trippin of them trips they got
If you don't like it the screwed & chopped
But you wanna get of in em pop
Wanna be MC to talk a lot
Up in the spot and you hot
Cause they 84's be pokin not
What the hells is you cryin bout
Everybody wanna be killin
When I'm barellin
By the method I'm makin money u gotta get the milli
By doin it like I do it do the work belivin in it
When you do it to the fulest ain't no problem acheivin it
When I was broke homie I went for mill
Got on the mic with the intent to kill
Stronger then ever inkier for real
I drink caribou lou and you drink en famille
CHUMP
[Chorus:]
When I read them magazines
Them rappers soundin like
WAH WAH WAH Crybaby
When I see them on the TV
Them rappers soundin like
WAH WAH WAH What you cryin for
[x2]
[Verse 3:]
You should be clappin when from makin it out ghetto
Or
Tryin to park it don't matter even if he black or if he whetto
But you don't know how to be manly instead of timberly you probablly in your stiletto
Better yet in a baby shoe
Jealous maybe of you
Sick of me cause I'm makin dineiro
You don't wannna get clapped at you wanna standing ovation I thought not
You say you better than rappers on radio man that's false chopped
Tryin to run up on me cause benzio will never be in your car slot
Tryin to step up on the scene
My infared beams
Right at your soft spot
If you was on TV and ballin you wouldn't grown and trip
He keep hatred envy and blood shed on his lip
Tech got long cream
And with chrome things on his whip
He want stone nein
On with a chrome thing on his hip
But just know your hip will not
Stop
The hop
Cause when you look at the big picture my block
Pops
A lot daily
So keep on thinkin my qwak
Stops
The shots
And I can quickly burry you in ash kash ba kosh baby
[Chorus:]
When I read them magazines
Them rappers soundin like
WAH WAH WAH Crybaby
When I see them on the TV
Them rappers soundin like
WAH WAH WAH What you cryin for
[x2]
[Outro:]
I ain't one of them MCs that hate I congratulate
The haters need to go get theirs cause I'm gettin mine
You know what I'm sayin
[Guy:]
Yo Tech what's you feelings on the state hip hop and is hip hop still alive or is it dead
[Tech N9ne:]
I mean I love the state of hip hop right now
You know what I'm sayin I love it
And I think hip hop is very alive you know what I'm sizzlin
Whenever you got brother and sisters you know what I'm sayin
Comin up out of poverty you know what I'm sizzlin
And doin sumtin positive like music you know what I'm sizzlin
And makin money I mean you know what I'm sayin
I mean wheres the motherfuckin death in that
[Verse 1:]
I was born in 71 in kansas city MO
My momma was a heavily one so the fam was pretty slow
When it came to rappin R&B and plenty mo
Check it if it wasn't no gospel parcel writtin bible then it go
So when you tell the baby to don't do sumtin they end up doin it anyway
Like don't listen to rap cause it's the evil music of today
But I really fell in love with the sound that was comin out from the eatscoast
So we got it twist it up a bit and the industry's havin a heatstroke
Some say that rap is dead
But when I get the white black and red
And jump on the tour bus and do 58 shows and I'm back with a big black sack of bread
Can't belive that that was said
Cause I'm here with a sack of feds
And I got it from rap hip hop or watever and I did not have to beg
So here I stand the mic in hand with my rapporteur
And I like the fans
Spendin grands
Cause we got the fire
I merchandise like 5 g's every half an hour
And you cry like a baby so your mic must be your pacifer
[Chorus:]
When I read them magazines
Them rappers soundin like
WAH WAH WAH Crybaby
When I see them on the TV
Them rappers soundin like
WAH WAH WAH What you cryin for
[x2]
[Verse 2:]
If it's negative I don't wanna hear it
Eleminate the player hatin when they in the spit
I hear em talkin they mad and smurfin soulja boy
They hatin bigger then magazine and don't even know the boy
I know the boy
Watch them rappers wanna attack people
Run up to the car and pull out the mac lethal
Man that's the problem with the black people
Now what you need to know is that
In the world there's a lot of dough to stack
And the ones that wanna hold us back
Ain't been outside they cold us sack
Every nigga I know is strapped
Rip shows that'll blow your back
But noice that
That I could put it right down where the shoulders at
Hatin on the south why
Trippin of them trips they got
If you don't like it the screwed & chopped
But you wanna get of in em pop
Wanna be MC to talk a lot
Up in the spot and you hot
Cause they 84's be pokin not
What the hells is you cryin bout
Everybody wanna be killin
When I'm barellin
By the method I'm makin money u gotta get the milli
By doin it like I do it do the work belivin in it
When you do it to the fulest ain't no problem acheivin it
When I was broke homie I went for mill
Got on the mic with the intent to kill
Stronger then ever inkier for real
I drink caribou lou and you drink en famille
CHUMP
[Chorus:]
When I read them magazines
Them rappers soundin like
WAH WAH WAH Crybaby
When I see them on the TV
Them rappers soundin like
WAH WAH WAH What you cryin for
[x2]
[Verse 3:]
You should be clappin when from makin it out ghetto
Or
Tryin to park it don't matter even if he black or if he whetto
But you don't know how to be manly instead of timberly you probablly in your stiletto
Better yet in a baby shoe
Jealous maybe of you
Sick of me cause I'm makin dineiro
You don't wannna get clapped at you wanna standing ovation I thought not
You say you better than rappers on radio man that's false chopped
Tryin to run up on me cause benzio will never be in your car slot
Tryin to step up on the scene
My infared beams
Right at your soft spot
If you was on TV and ballin you wouldn't grown and trip
He keep hatred envy and blood shed on his lip
Tech got long cream
And with chrome things on his whip
He want stone nein
On with a chrome thing on his hip
But just know your hip will not
Stop
The hop
Cause when you look at the big picture my block
Pops
A lot daily
So keep on thinkin my qwak
Stops
The shots
And I can quickly burry you in ash kash ba kosh baby
[Chorus:]
When I read them magazines
Them rappers soundin like
WAH WAH WAH Crybaby
When I see them on the TV
Them rappers soundin like
WAH WAH WAH What you cryin for
[x2]
[Outro:]
I ain't one of them MCs that hate I congratulate
The haters need to go get theirs cause I'm gettin mine
You know what I'm sayin
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