HIP HOP
Bizarre & Eminem Lyrics


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Yeah huh
(hip hop hip hop hip hop)
Turn the mic up a little bit
(hip hop)
Get some of this Cali weedo
(hip hop)
Listen to some motherfuckin'
(hip hop)
Haha
(Sounds like gold, sounds like street, whoo
Niggas know they gettin' told what they mama did
The rump bumpa bum bum in the jeep
These people know what I do with the M-P-C)

Hip hop, (hip hop) That's the way of life
If you think you're nice, then go grab the mic
Let me tell you my story, cause everybody got one
Grab the pen and pad, and start to jot some
Always told myself, that I would never be losin
Man, I ain't have no hood, my mother was always movin
From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit
Goddamn, mama, what's the point?
So I would go in my room and pack my little bags
Jump in the truck, with my step-dad
When I was 10 years old, I started to feel the hunger
Got a little older, then the force got stronger
And me and my rap partner wasn't seein' eye to eye
So we picked up and started a group with some other guys
This is hip hop (hip hop)
Man, I won't stop
Yo Big Boi! "What up?" Give me a beat box
(beatbox)

Hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop (hip)
Hip hop!
Sounds like gold, sounds like street, (whoo)
Niggas know they gettin' told what they mama did (whoo)
The rump bumpa bum bum in the jeep
These people know what I do with the M-P-C

From the hip hop Shop to Maurice Malone
Ten years later, I'm still in the zone
7 Mile and Foyer where a star was born
United we stand, divided we swore (D12!)
Hell yeah, I looked in my car
Bitch, I was homeless, I slept in a jar
And Dirty Management, I wish y'all the best
But me and my niggas had to do what's best, it was a mess
All them taxes and accounts
Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't by an ounce
And now that we platinum, they diss our name
Like we won't go the car and get them things
And beef, sometimes you don't have a choice
From the fight with Whitey Ford to the Beastie Boys
To the Ja Rules, Benzinos, and the niggas in the club
To the E Dubbs and niggas that you ain't heard of
And man, I don't know how to use a gun
But I'll learn quick if the fuckin' beef come
{gun sprays}

Hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop (hip)
Hip hop!
Sounds like gold, sounds like street, (whoo)
Niggas know they gettin' told what they mama did (whoo)
The rump bumpabumbum in the jeep
These people know what I do with the M-P-C

Man, I thought this was supposed to be hip hop, hip hop
I'd rather be fishin' in flip flops, flip flops
Or cross over to country like Kid Rock, and I
Can't see no country singers beefin' over some guitar
Riff to Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seeger
When I was younger I was so eager
To have a gun, I would do the same
Couldn't wait to get to the shootin' range
Me and my man Goofy Gary just tryna let loose some steam
Motherfuckers laughin' cause I couldn't aim
So I pulled the fuckin' target closer and just shoot the thing
I used to have this theory, keep three bullets in the gun
It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan
For each bullet if you got no C-C-W license
I tried to apply for one, they said it take 5-6 months
What the fuck am I supposed to do meanwhile when rivals come?
Hide that son of a bitch in the glove box or inside the trunk
Now back to what my three-bullet theory was
I'm triple-platinum, I ain't tryna catch no murder 1
Figured I'd shoot the womb, probably missin' at least one
But the other one's fuck his shoulder and his knee cap up
And I'm a say for self-defense how come I had the gun
Is because I was at the range, on my way back from
This dude approached me on some bullshit
I'll get a year for each bullet at the most as opposed to
Havin' a full clip in that
That was my idiotic logic, it was basically for safety
But it gave me power, and it made me crazy
And psychotic, I just got retarded
Once I got and I thank God it was empty the night I got caught with it
What the fuck man, I thought that it was supposed to be

Hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop (hip)
Hip hop!
Sounds like gold, sounds like street, (whoo)
Niggas know they gettin' told what they mama did (whoo)




The rump bumpabumbum in the jeep
These people know what I do with the MPC

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Bizarre & Eminem's song Hip Hop are a reflection on the artists' personal journey through hip hop music culture. The chorus, which is repeated throughout the song, is a statement that hip hop is a way of life. The verses are a reflection of Bizarre's and Eminem's experiences in the hip hop industry. Bizarre explains that he decided to pursue music because of his unstable family life, constantly moving from one place to another with his mother. He started writing rap lyrics at an early age and formed a group with some friends. Eminem reflects on his journey from being homeless and sleeping in a car to his current successful career, but also touches on the difficulties that come with fame. He delves into the issue of beef within the culture and the struggles that come with being in the public eye.


The song also touches on the topic of gun violence and the impact it has had on the hip hop community. Eminem shares his experiences with weapons and explains his three-bullet theory- believing that if he could have three bullets in his gun, he could stop his attackers without necessarily killing them. He speaks about the dangers of being caught with a weapon and the fear of a potentially deadly situation.


Overall, Hip Hop is a reflection on the artists' personal love for the hip hop culture, but also sheds light on the difficulties that come with being in the spotlight and the dangers that come with gun violence.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah huh
Acknowledging what was just said


(hip hop hip hop hip hop)
Chanting the words 'hip hop'


Turn the mic up a little bit
Requesting a slight increase in microphone volume


(hip hop)
Chanting the words 'hip hop'' again


Get some of this Cali weedo
Suggesting to take a hit of California marijuana


Listen to some motherfuckin'
Using expletive to add emphasis


Haha
Laughing at something said previously or as an addition to the previous line


(Sounds like gold, sounds like street, whoo
Hip hop music and artists have a valuable, authentic quality


Niggas know they gettin' told what they mama did
Rappers are exposing the truth about their own lives and upbringing


The rump bumpa bum bum in the jeep
Reference to music with a heavy bass sound


These people know what I do with the M-P-C)
Referring to his use of the Akai MPC sampler/sequencer in creating beats


Hip hop, (hip hop) That's the way of life
Hip hop as a culture and a way of living


If you think you're nice, then go grab the mic
Inviting others to showcase their rap skills


Let me tell you my story, cause everybody got one
Sharing personal experience is a fundamental part of rap music


Grab the pen and pad, and start to jot some
Encouraging others to start writing their own raps


Always told myself, that I would never be losin
Having a mindset for success


Man, I ain't have no hood, my mother was always movin
Growing up without a stable home or community


From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit
Continual relocation during childhood


Goddamn, mama, what's the point?
Frustration with the constant moving


So I would go in my room and pack my little bags
Packing as if going to leave, but not going anywhere


Jump in the truck, with my step-dad
Taking rides with his stepfather


When I was 10 years old, I started to feel the hunger
Developing a strong desire for success in music at a young age


Got a little older, then the force got stronger
Continued desire and drive


And me and my rap partner wasn't seein' eye to eye
Disagreement with his former music collaborator


So we picked up and started a group with some other guys
Forming a new music group with other members


Man, I won't stop
Determination and persistence in music


Yo Big Boi! "What up?" Give me a beat box
Requesting a percussion beat from Big Boi of Outkast


(beatbox)
The sound of Big Boi performing a beatbox rhythm


7 Mile and Foyer where a star was born
Naming the streets where he grew up and started making music


United we stand, divided we swore (D12!)
The importance of staying unified as a music group affiliated with D12 records


Hell yeah, I looked in my car
Investigating his own vehicle


Bitch, I was homeless, I slept in a jar
Indicating financial hardship and insecurities


And Dirty Management, I wish y'all the best
Saying goodbye to former management with a sarcastic tone


But me and my niggas had to do what's best, it was a mess
Feeling the need to make important changes in business relationships


All them taxes and accounts
Regretting poor decision-making in financial matters


Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't by an ounce
Financial instability made it difficult to purchase drugs


And now that we platinum, they diss our name
Some people resent hip hop artists for their success


Like we won't go the car and get them things
Threatening to get weapons in response to disrespect


And beef, sometimes you don't have a choice
Personal conflicts have to be dealt with head-on


From the fight with Whitey Ford to the Beastie Boys
Naming past conflicts with other rappers and artists


To the Ja Rules, Benzinos, and the niggas in the club
Naming recent conflicts with other rappers and individuals


To the E Dubbs and niggas that you ain't heard of
Referencing conflicts with lesser-known or underground rappers


And man, I don't know how to use a gun
Acknowledging that he lacks experience with firearms


But I'll learn quick if the fuckin' beef come
Being prepared to defend himself and take action during conflicts


{gun sprays}
Sound effect for a gun shooting


Man, I thought this was supposed to be hip hop, hip hop
Feeling like the genre is losing sight of its original intentions


I'd rather be fishin' in flip flops, flip flops
Preferring a simpler and more relaxing lifestyle


Or cross over to country like Kid Rock, and I
Considering a career change into a different genre


Can't see no country singers beefin' over some guitar
Noticing that other genres of music have less conflict


Riff to Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seeger
Referencing similarities between songs by different country artists


When I was younger I was so eager
Remembering a time when he was more ambitious in his career


To have a gun, I would do the same
Feeling the need to own a weapon to protect himself


Couldn't wait to get to the shootin' range
Excited to practice shooting


Me and my man Goofy Gary just tryna let loose some steam
Hanging out with a friend and wanting to relax by shooting guns


Motherfuckers laughin' cause I couldn't aim
Being mocked for poor performance at the shooting range


So I pulled the fuckin' target closer and just shoot the thing
Cheating at the shooting range to make it easier to hit the target


I used to have this theory, keep three bullets in the gun
Coming up with a potentially dangerous idea


It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan
Stating a law about gun possession in Michigan


For each bullet if you got no C-C-W license
Requiring a concealed carry license to carry a loaded gun


I tried to apply for one, they said it take 5-6 months
Facing obstacles in obtaining correct licensing


What the fuck am I supposed to do meanwhile when rivals come?
Feeling vulnerable and unprepared while waiting for licensing approval


Hide that son of a bitch in the glove box or inside the trunk
Considering illegally storing a loaded gun in his car


Now back to what my three-bullet theory was
Returning to previously-mentioned idea about gun usage


I'm triple-platinum, I ain't tryna catch no murder 1
Acknowledging his successful music career and avoiding legal troubles


Figured I'd shoot the womb, probably missin' at least one
Proposing a non-lethal approach to using a gun in self-defense


But the other one's fuck his shoulder and his knee cap up
Expecting to injure the attacker in self-defense


And I'm a say for self-defense how come I had the gun
Justifying his actions by claiming to be acting in self-defense


Is because I was at the range, on my way back from
Claiming that the gun was being used for legal reasons prior to the conflict


This dude approached me on some bullshit
Being confronted by someone looking for trouble


I'll get a year for each bullet at the most as opposed to
Knowing the legal consequences of firing a loaded gun


Havin' a full clip in that
Choosing to use only a few bullets instead of a whole clip to reduce legal risk


That was my idiotic logic, it was basically for safety
Acknowledging the irrationality of his three-bullet theory


But it gave me power, and it made me crazy
Feeling a sense of authority and invincibility with a gun


And psychotic, I just got retarded
Realizing his own irrationality and foolishness


Once I got and I thank God it was empty the night I got caught with it
Being grateful that he didn't get in trouble for having an empty gun during a legal run-in




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: FRANCIS STEPHEN MICHAEL JOHNSON

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