i do it for hip hop
Singer:ludacris
now this is what they call poetry in motion
my soul bleeds on the paper
heart screams with emotion
that verses stay deeper than the ocean
so hip-hop you owe me a promotion
i do a little boastin' and braggin'
what's all the commotion and naggin' about
'cause i'm still the champ in the south
'cause rappers get in the booth and i keep draggin' them out
where they fired and these pink slips i keep handin' them out
'cause this is theater of mind
bank filled with dump checks
proceed to drop like mr. funk flex
but i don't do it for the money
i'll do it with the beatbox
i'll do it for the charts
luda do it 'cause it's art
i do it for the front row
i don't do for the chains and the fancy drops
and i don't do for the chains and the flashin' rocks
only those that really know me are the ones that i talk with
to me its's just a fuckin' walk in the park
because you are who you are when nobody is looking
that's who you are so when the cash and cars is gone
don't be askin' to borrow
like the way you rap in your bars
i could ride on you and whoever
i'm as live as hive full of predators
twenty thousands different species of bees
some half poisonous sting
some just pollinating their leafs
some will buzz some will attack
compromising their own life in fact
sixteen years since my first sixteen
pardon the rest of my niggas
but i'm the best whoever did it
i don't do for the cars and the fancy drops
and i don't do for the chains and the flashin' rocks
we used to do it to avoid the narcs
i used to do it so the homeboy clark can get the fuck off my back while i knocked off these packs
i used to rap to impress my friends
the past of time when i was gettin' it in
just so happens i'm so illegal with the pen
they ain't want me to do anything illegal again
i lost a lot of dawgs to these streets
i got grammy awards on these beats
without this shit i probably would've got murked
shout outs to grandmaster flash and the cash
hip hop helped me wash my rocks
these other rappers couldn't wash my socks
that's why i took the number one slot
the realest shit in rap comes from my voice box
lord knows when i was on my clock
i probably never would've stopped
i don't do for the cars and the fancy drops
and i don't do for the chains and the flashin' rocks