[Intro]
Nah, fuck you g
I'll steal your bike, cunt
Cause I’m a fuckin tagger, straight g
I've been to prison, yea (Underground shit)
[?] my uncle g
Fuckin Mt. Eden g

[Verse 1]
See I really wanna make hits like Phaze II
But I ain't ever gonna be no Che Fu
So fuck makin hits, I’m just tryna make do
Last time I had a hit, (What?) so did Babe Ruth
It's real, I just wanna make a cool hundy mil
And get paid to make hits like Sonny Bill
But it's ill havin no cash flow, tryna make a hit
S'like havin no asshole, tryna take a shit
They won't play it if the artist ain't smokin
Even if the track's produced by Beethoven
They want nothin but that same lame crap
If Mozart was hot, bet they'd prolly play that
So I’m sick of writin songs with no hook and no gimmick
Need to write a track with a dance to go with it
(Yooouuu) gotta admit it man, it’s all about your funds
And shit don't sell unless you talk about your guns so
Blaow!
[Bridge]
See don’t nobody wanna make the music anymore
Cause everybody busy tryna hit the jackpot
And ain't nobody rhymin anymore
Cause everybody makin money while they sellin all the crack rock
And don't nobody buy it from the store
They'd rather steal it from the poor and download it on their laptop
See everybody tryna make the money
Actin funny on the telly, but that’s not Hip Hop

[Chorus]
Cash (That's not)
Ass (Hip Hop)
Lookin flash
Nah, that's not Hip Hop
Thugs (That's not)
Sellin drugs (Hip Hop)
In the clubs
Nah, that's not Hip Hop

[Verse 2]
See I bet I'd have a hit if I was hot like Ne-Yo
But I'm not, so I gotta go pop like Ceelo
Tryna make the little teens scream like I'm Tito
Maybe I should get some whipped cream and a Speedo
Cause even if you're tighter than the jeans on a emo
They ain't listenin, you might as well speak in Latino
What you needa do is get a dream and a ego
Then you can be the fool on TV like Steve-O
You could have the cream and the keys to an Evo
And groupies on the top 16 on your Bebo
All you gotta do is act mean like Pacino
And rap about how you sell P by the kilo
Cause that's what the kids like
And sellin your soul's the only way to make it outta this shit life
You wanna shine, you ain't even gotta rhyme
All you gotta do is sign the dotted line
It's like
[Bridge]
See don't nobody wanna make the music anymore
Cause everybody busy tryna hit the jackpot
And ain't nobody rhymin anymore
Cause everybody makin money while they sellin all the crack rock
And don't nobody buy it from the store
They'd rather steal it from the poor and download it on their laptop
See everybody tryna make the money
Actin funny on the telly, but that's not Hip Hop

[Chorus]
Cash (That's not)
Ass (Hip Hop)
Lookin flash
Nah, that's not Hip Hop
Thugs (That's not)
Sellin drugs (Hip Hop)
In the clubs
Nah, that's not Hip Hop

[Verse 3]
Uh, yeah
See I'm a thug in the club, sippin bub, gettin rubbed in the tub
That's not Hip Hop
I got my toolie, gettin groovy with the cutie with the booty like a movie
Nah, that's not Hip Hop
See I'm a Mack in my black Cadillac, with my hat to the back
Nah, that's not Hip Hop
I'm on parole, gettin dole on the low, sellin dope by the O
Nah, that's not Hip Hop
[Outro]
Nah, fuck Home Brew bro (Yea)
Fuck nah, that's whack g (Home Brew shit)
Cause I'm a tagger, bro (That's not Hip Hop)
Fuckin, my whole life g
Fuck, check out my Bebo page, I'm the fuckin man
(Nah, that's not Hip Hop)
Tagger, fuckin stab you cunt