DJ Khaled - Hip Hop Lyrics
[Intro: DJ Khaled]This shit’s specialThis shit’s specialDJ Khaled![Verse 1: Scarface]And if I cry two tears for herThat will be the most that I would give to herShe left me stranded in my nightmaresTaking pictures of my memories she right thereTwisting on the blade in my heart, deepAlways on my mind so I can’t sleepShe used to tell me she was all mineNow the only way I see the broad is onlineI’m doing drugs trying to feel youI’m killing me trying to kill youI built my whole life around youI thought I found it all when I found herShopping sprees on whatever coastHow’d you really feel, I may never knowAnd as I ride through these streetsWith my hand on my heat, eyes red from the sweets, I..Realise, some things never changeOnce in love and it’s gone you don’t look at it the same man***** love, cause she don’t live hereI’m soaked in blood but I’m still hereHip Hop heartbreaks, straight-laced, deep bass, 808s plus the mixtapesGot a nigga feeling like I up and left yaGet away now you all in the lecturesBeing studied by the college’s professorsNow I regret the day I met yaI’ll be the first one to say itShe ain’t the one you want to play withI *****ed Hip Hop[Verse 2: Nas]And if I cry two tears for herThat would be the most that I can give to herI am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr Dre, O’SheaAnd a host of those who passed awayToday I’m Drake, I’m Wayne, 2 ChainzYou say you wanna rap, to this ***** you must commitThen you’re a slave to your grave, you won’t get out, you cannot quitShe menstruates weekly, her Vibe covers keep you warmBut the Source to her heart is love, word up, right onYou know how girls are, she love when you licking on her World StarKissing on her belly, trick on her and onyxConfused fans think that she illuminates demonicBut she’s the object of my affections, God’s essence, God bless herShe bought me Bentleys, Breitlings, made some friends resent meFor writing about my life, they thought I should have stayed quietShe took me to places I would have never saw without herAnd she took me from my girl powderI doubt I’ll ever be the same, hallowed be thy nameGive me strength so I don’t do this dame like Orenthal JamesBrad warned me while driving this auburn FerrariNever follow in her games, I ***** around and I’ll be sorryBut I tried her, used to ride her, for dollars not the fameShe slowed me down and had me guzzling on cups of leanShe’s a middle-aged cougar, showing young’uns the dreamNotice she wasn’t breathing for a second then I screamed“She’s dead!”, and everybody took it out on NastyI was just looking out for my music familyWasn’t trying to claim her to myself, she’s yoursYou can have her she’s a mutha*****ing whoreI ***** Hip HopAnd if I cry two tears for herThat will be the most that I would give to her
