[Hook]
This how hip hop is,
This how hip hop is,
This how, this how, this how, this how,
This how hip hop is supposed to sound.
'Sposed, 'sposed, 'sposed to sound.
This how hip hop is supposed to sound.
'Sposed, 'sposed, 'sposed to sound.
[Chorus]
Funkoars,
(This how hip hop is supposed to sound)
Vents One,
(This how hip hop is supposed to sound)
Hilltop,
(This how hip hop is supposed to sound)
Def Wish,
(This how hip hop is supposed to sound)
[Verse 1 - Trials]
(Ahhhhhhh)
What you wanna say, I probably did,
And if I didn't say it already it's probably shit.
See, I'm sick of rappers saying they're fresher than whatever,
When my shit fresher than Fran Dresher in maid dress up.
I'm nice from the neck up, butt-neck down,
Skin colour keg brown and my stomach gat round.
The track packed out like Sandra Sully's rack out,
When they heard Peepshow bought the gimps back out.
FU-NK-OA-RS, too stank for the sweet smell of success.
If you see me in the street, one fucking shoe on,
Don't mean I lost one, mean I got a new one,
Using a coupon, don't you know?
I'm still broke but that ain't why I'm like leave me alone.
I'm a self-sabotaging, expert marksmen,
Son of a gun shooting my mouth off to sergeants.
One, for the drinks that I had last night. (Right)
Two, for the drinks that I have tonight. (Right)
Three, for the drinks that I have tomorrow. (Right)
Four, for the money that I have to borrow.
[Chorus]
Pegasus,
(This how hip hop is supposed to sound)
A.E,
(This how hip hop is supposed to sound)
SBX,
(This how hip hop is supposed to sound)
L.C.,
(This how hip hop is supposed to sound)
[Verse 2 - Hons]
I've been dope since two-thou, when I burst on the scene like an appendix,
Still drinking like an Irishman on St. Patty reckless.
K. Federline penny-less.
Might be seeing Seth Green or the Sherminators taking on apprentices.
(You know), The set redder than a break light,
Certified Funkoar, so every verse I lay is tighter,
Than a plus-sized mole in snug-fit jeans.
Ain't shit gonna change 'til I conquer the scene,
'Cause I got plans for world domination like the Mongols,
Hons crowned the king of the concrete jungles.
(We smash it), Hit up the hit like Babe Ruth,
Still working seven years so I guess I paid my dues,
Still running with that same crew,
Funkoars, You know you heard of us if you like that rap shit from A.U,
S.T. underground let 'em know now,
[Chorus]
(This how hip hop is supposed to sound)
Hospice,
(This how hip hop is supposed to sound)
7:50,
(This how hip hop is supposed to sound)
Cross-Bred,
(This how hip hop is supposed to sound)
Clandestien,
(This how hip hop is supposed to sound)
[Verse 3 - Sesta]
(Hey, Yeah, Hey)
25 summers into this mother fucker,
Still staggering stuck-ups, still labeled a fuck-up.
Ill-rated and such, Who rates greater than us?
(Cricket Chirping)
No one's rated greater than us.
You can line up for a date with a nut,
But be nice and speak nice and lye safe for the nuts,
Serenade, but no getting engaged with the nuts,
Play your cards right and you might take 'em straight to the guts.
Sesta tone down your lyrics,
My kids feel it's a little bit too explicit for them to listen.
Listen, I'm a God-fearing Christian.
I'm even giving prays when I'm pissing, (Jesus Christ)
It burns, cause I drink and I scream and I curse,
Like I'm cursed with a birth defect,
And infects me like I'm injected directly,
Into the vein with scotch, then I'd be a Pepsi.
[Intermission]
(Haha)
This how hip hop is supposed to sound,
We tear them other cat's posters down.
This how hip hop is supposed to sound,
(It's about time for Masta Ace)
[Verse 4 - Masta Ace]
Yo, This what hip hop is supposed to sound like,
Any flow not like this don't sound right,
So take that back to the lab, cause I'm mad,
That's the one CD that I happen to grab.
That shit is going back to the store,
Yeah, the package is tore,
But it's already back in the bag.
You ain't got the talent to spit,
And you just don't fit,
Like Shaq in the back of a cab.
Every line's an accurate jab,
Write a verse about me,
That's the same thing as smackin' me dad,
That'd be a bad result,
You get sent to your room as a victim of a bad assault. (Come on)
It's all about the flow, (Uh-huh)
Don't let a rapper get up on a song and say it's all about the dough.
Tell (---Missing Lyrics---) MC the hoes is down,
Cause, this how hip hop is supposed to sound. What?
