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Gordie Howe's French Toast
(chorus)
Hip hop don't stop
Hip hop don't stop....
5x

Hip hop, hip hop
Don't stop

(1st verse)
Sack up and grow a pair
Guess what? I just don't care
Talking to myself until the nights end
Tired of lonely calling me a friend
Was never trusted and not much liked
Superficial and suffice
Got think twice before you act nice
Limited to her looks brains and books
Value what you can fit in the trunk
Judging her by that bu-dunk-a-dunk
Basic funk, vanilla and honey
Making love on rose pedals and money
Prank a Yankee with hankee panky
Bad girls still need a spankie
Unintentional drift wood
In unexplored territory of the abyss
Caught in the under-toe of a rowdy bliss
Photoshop memories, cut and paste instances...

(chorus)
Hip hop don't stop
Hip hop don't stop...
2x
Hip hop, hip hop
Don't stop


(2nd Verse)
The in and outs of my where abouts
The bow from Gordie Howe
And the toast that taste like wow
The middle brow here and now
Demolition composition, leveling the opposition
A back biter with a highlighter
Myself I am trying to live with
No man imitates me, or lets me be
The sexiest motorcycles and the tastiest stakes
Powder breaks on skis that shake
F-S boardslide over the smith' limo
With low light tint windows
While my grin shows
Boys don't murder and discuss it further
Don't whiff with the spliff
On a wallride- tailslide
Squirts with the converse
Road verse, one with the universe
I am a beaver dam who gives one good body slam
One day I will take the world for a spin
But I can't let the bad guys win
So suck a lemon you gremlins
Smells like a shart
Looks like a shark
Reading my messed up art
Sticky calm, before skimpy is gone


(chorus)
Hip hop don't stop
Hip hop don't stop....
5x
Hip hop, hip hop
Don't stop