Before Hip-Hop - Joell Ortiz

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Listen, homie, you don’t know me like you think you know me

Uh

Big boy toys that clap like a dirty bitch box

Ladders attached with thirty-six shots, inserted and cocked

You ain’t gotta take my word, them shits pop

Ask around how I circled these blocks before hip-hop (Yeah)

Sandwich baggies, drop it in and tie knots

Invite my favorite fiend over to come and try rocks

Dope the only thing stamped inside my mailbox

Folded money 'til the rubber bands pop before hip-hop

Old E, St. Ides, and Valentine ale

Dutch Masters, phillies, and White Owl smells

L train to Linden and Powell to roll L’s

Token booths, nigga

No vocal booths, before hip-hop

Whole different dude, I’m rolling to you

I got a dub that I don’t fold it to that deuce

Everything good, even your nasty ass shoes

Now here’s my moment of truth

Yeah, that was life before hip-hop

You think you know me, you don’t really know me (Nah)

Back in my hood, I’m still the one and only (Yaowa)

Before these music projects, I’m the projects, homie (Cool)

Y’all just see the new me, y’all don’t know the old me (No)

Before these beats was trapping, I was out there trapping (Yes)

Before these birds was rapping, I was bird wrapping (Uh-huh)

Before the fans was clapping, it was cans clapping (Brrah)

No bank accounts, hand-to-hand transactions (Ow)

A bunch of candles in the lobby, who got laid to rest?

Empty bottles near the flicks, I know the wake is next

I’m from a place where people walk around with major stress

Don’t say somethin' you’ll regret, before hip-hop (Uh)

I was crazy fresh, trapping in my Avirex

Blue Yankee fitted, 501's above the navy checks (Yaowa)

I never had to beg for pussy, bitches gave me sex

I left all the drugs aat they address, before hip-hop, uh

Shit, your boy was out there tryna survive

Too lazy for a 9 to 5, I bought a nine and got live 'til it jammed

Said goodbye, next day went outside

And bought that pretty .38, it’s on the lap in my ride, right (Ow)

It wasn’t all about these verses and words

It was being first to the curb from the first to the third

It was 'bout stayin' alert, you see 'em lurking, you swerve

To this day, I thank God I ain’t get locked before hip-hop

You think you know me, you don’t really know me (Nah)

Back in my hood, I’m still the one and only (Yaowa)

Before these music projects, I’m the projects, homie (Cool)

Y’all just see the new me, y’all don’t know the old me (No)

Before these beats was trapping, I was out there trapping (Yes)

Before these birds was rapping, I was bird wrapping (Uh-huh)

Before the fans was clapping, it was cans clapping (Brrah)

No bank accounts, hand-to-hand transactions (Ow)

Before hip hop

Had that thing on my hip, don’t let it hop off (Hahaha)

But now though, just Joell Ortiz