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[Chorus]
Hip-Hop do that body-rock
Jam on and keep smokin
Hip-Hop do that body rock
I've been gone for a while but I'm still in style
Hip-Hop do that body-rock
Jam on and keep smokin
Hip-Hop do that body rock
I've been gone for a while but I'm still in style
[Verse 1]
Yea, come on now get on down
Can-I-Bus, back with the hip-hop sound
Twenty years deep in this culture, compulsive
Every day, this was the dream that I wrote with
Outside chillin', b-boys spinnin'
Pretending not to notice the supreme choice women
I rep the rude boy, not the dread posse
I a bugsy ride with zombies behind me
Turns the lights up, pick the mic up
Get 'em hyped up lookin' for the right cut
I don't write much, but I love to bust
At the crowd 'cause they love the rush
The mark is on my arm, was drawn
To symbolize the art of hip-hop in its rawest form
We could take it to the stage like we goin to war
Both fallin' through the crowd, we perform on tour
Come correct with the rhyme, they remember the flow
I was Gone Till November six Decembers ago
Hip-Hop do that body-rock
Jam on and keep smokin
Hip-Hop do that body rock
I've been gone for a while but I'm still in style
Hip-Hop do that body-rock
Jam on and keep smokin
Hip-Hop do that body rock
I've been gone for a while but I'm still in style
[Verse 1]
Yea, come on now get on down
Can-I-Bus, back with the hip-hop sound
Twenty years deep in this culture, compulsive
Every day, this was the dream that I wrote with
Outside chillin', b-boys spinnin'
Pretending not to notice the supreme choice women
I rep the rude boy, not the dread posse
I a bugsy ride with zombies behind me
Turns the lights up, pick the mic up
Get 'em hyped up lookin' for the right cut
I don't write much, but I love to bust
At the crowd 'cause they love the rush
The mark is on my arm, was drawn
To symbolize the art of hip-hop in its rawest form
We could take it to the stage like we goin to war
Both fallin' through the crowd, we perform on tour
Come correct with the rhyme, they remember the flow
I was Gone Till November six Decembers ago
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