Street Hop
Erick Sermon feat. Redman Lyrics
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This ain't rappin, this is street hop
Now get up off yo' (ass) like yo' seats hot
[Erick Sermon]
Yeah, Redman uh, E. Sermon, Tre
[Verse One: Redman]
I'm Doc, Brick City, know how I rock
I'm hip-hop, I live up in the rim shop
I blow out my tires then I buy some mo'
My car's Ying Yang'n the way it sit LOWW
A little Anita, a little Vandross
I got two guns to give you secondhand smoke
I'm no joke, this ain't Hanna Barbera
It's the Bricks, Mandela on Anteras
In my rear mirror, a freak approach
Knew she wasn't first class cause her bag was Coach
She was like, "Redman! Buy me boots."
So I, bought her Timbs, and a army suit
Nobody want it with Doc, you smell me Duke?
Front page, smokin L's in The Daily News
why'all cats big time, but the tops are turned
When you in the same realm as, Doc and Serm', yeahhh
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
"This ain't rappin, this is street hop
Now get up off yo' (ass) like yo' seats hot"
(And if the record is hot say one two) one two (one two)
[Verse Two: Erick Sermon]
Yeah, yeah, yo, uhh
E-Dub in the flesh, no replacement
I still bring trunk funk from the basement (who are you?)
Peeeimp MC, my style's mackadocious
Boy, ask her-on who the dopest
E - steppin to me, better-a think twice
I'm nice, the outcome be "The Passion of Christ"
You get ripped, you ain't equipped to rock with the vandal
(Yeah) I change your Timberlands to sandals
Thug MC's, thinkin they hard
When they walk around the block with 6 bodyguards
Yo, I'm a big dawg (grrr) you a pup (arf!)
It's like comparin a car to a truck
What, you spend dough for airplay when you network
That ain't fair, that ain't the way the street work
This is street hop, nuttin about pride
For you, I'ma keep them ambulances outside, you dig?
[Chorus]
[Erick Sermon]
All them rappers that can't rhyme (can't rhyme)
What is you doin is a crime
Sayin that garbage all the time
{*chk-chk-BOOM*} Word up, yeah
[Verse Three: Tre]
That's how I'm livin, still a gangsta, still a pimpin mack
All around hustler, 9 to 5 flippin crack
Tryin to stay up out of prison, steady spittin raps
Not to mention spittin scraps, don't mix your puddy-tat with that
{*meowww*} Dhark Citi, put it on your map
Don't ride through without your pistol, put it on your lap
And I don't look for beef but don't think that I won't attack
Have you in a coffin momma like, "He don't belong in that"
You shoulda thought of that before the fact
Why a (nigga) roll the dice, lose all they money, then they want it back?
But that's a bunch of crap...
.. but f'real jyo, don't gamble witcha life, cause ain't no comin back
[Chorus] - repeat to fade
In the song "Street Hop" by Erick Sermon featuring Redman and Tre, the first verse by Redman focuses on the artist's identity as a product of his upbringing in Brick City, living among hip-hop and car culture. He references artists like Anita Baker and Luther Vandross while also boasting about owning two guns. Redman's overall tone is confident and playful, with an abundance of wordplay and rhymes. In contrast, Erick Sermon's verse is more aggressive and confrontational. He asserts his status as a legendary rapper who is still relevant and capable of creating "trunk funk", despite the emergence of newer rappers on the scene. Tre concludes the song with a verse that touches upon themes of violence, hustle, and survival. He warns listeners about the dangers of gambling with their lives and the potential consequences of street life in Dhark Citi.
Line by Line Meaning
This ain't rappin, this is street hop
The music genre is not rap, it is street hop
Now get up off yo' (ass) like yo' seats hot
Stand up from where you're sitting like you're in a hurry
I'm Doc, Brick City, know how I rock
I'm known as Doc in Brick City, and people know my style of music
I'm hip-hop, I live up in the rim shop
I make hip-hop music and have a store that sells car rims
I blow out my tires then I buy some mo'
I wear out my tires, then replace them
My car's Ying Yang'n the way it sit LOWW
My car looks like the Yin Yang symbol and is lowered
A little Anita, a little Vandross
I listen to a little Anita Baker and Luther Vandross
I got two guns to give you secondhand smoke
I have two guns that will cause harm to you and anyone near you
I'm no joke, this ain't Hanna Barbera
I'm serious and not part of an animation studio
It's the Bricks, Mandela on Anteras
I'm in Brick City and I have Nelson Mandela's picture hanging from my car mirror
In my rear mirror, a freak approach
A strange person is walking up to my car from behind
Knew she wasn't first class cause her bag was Coach
I knew she wasn't wealthy because she had a Coach bag instead of a designer one
She was like, "Redman! Buy me boots."
She asked me to buy her boots
So I, bought her Timbs, and a army suit
I bought her Timberland boots and an army suit
Nobody want it with Doc, you smell me Duke?
No one can compete with me, do you understand?
Front page, smokin L's in The Daily News
My picture will be on the front page of the Daily News, smoking marijuana
why'all cats big time, but the tops are turned
You are famous, but things could change
When you in the same realm as, Doc and Serm', yeahhh
When you're in the same league as me and Erick Sermon
E-Dub in the flesh, no replacement
Erick Sermon is in the building and can't be replaced
I still bring trunk funk from the basement (who are you?)
I still make funky music and ask who are you to compete with me?
Peeeimp MC, my style's mackadocious
I'm a pimp MC and my style is amazing
Boy, ask her-on who the dopest
Ask anyone and they'll say I'm amazing
E - steppin to me, better-a think twice
If you try to compete with me, you'd better think twice
I'm nice, the outcome be "The Passion of Christ"
I'm good at what I do, and the result is amazing
You get ripped, you ain't equipped to rock with the vandal
You'll fail if you try to compete with me
I change your Timberlands to sandals
I'll make you afraid and change your manly boots to sandals
Thug MC's, thinkin they hard
MC's who claim to be tough
When they walk around the block with 6 bodyguards
Even though they have six bodyguards with them
Yo, I'm a big dawg (grrr) you a pup (arf!)
I'm a top artist and you're not on my level
It's like comparin a car to a truck
It's like comparing two different things
What, you spend dough for airplay when you network
You pay to have your music played on the radio
That ain't fair, that ain't the way the street work
That's not how the streets work, that's not right
This is street hop, nuttin about pride
This is street music, not about pride
For you, I'ma keep them ambulances outside, you dig?
I'll hurt you if you mess with me, do you understand?
That's how I'm livin, still a gangsta, still a pimpin mack
I'm still a gangster and a pimp, that's what I do
All around hustler, 9 to 5 flippin crack
I'm a hustler selling drugs and working 9 to 5
Tryin to stay up out of prison, steady spittin raps
I'm trying to stay out of jail and making music
Not to mention spittin scraps, don't mix your puddy-tat with that
I also fight and don't mix that with other things I do
Dhark Citi, put it on your map
Dark City, put it on your map
Don't ride through without your pistol, put it on your lap
Don't drive around without your gun, have it ready
And I don't look for beef but don't think that I won't attack
I don't search for trouble, but I'll fight back if provoked
Have you in a coffin momma like, "He don't belong in that"
I'll put you in a coffin and your mother will say you don't belong there
You shoulda thought of that before the fact
You should have thought about this before making bad decisions
Why a (nigga) roll the dice, lose all they money, then they want it back?
Why would someone gamble their money and then want it back after losing?
But that's a bunch of crap...
But that's not realistic
.. but f'real jyo, don't gamble witcha life, cause ain't no comin back
Seriously, don't risk your life because there's no coming back
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: NASIR JONES, ERICK S. SERMON, JEREMIAH PATRICK LORDAN, SALAAM REMI GIBBS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Luis
[Nas sample: x2]
This ain't rappin, this is street hop
Now get up off yo' (ass) like yo' seats hot
[Erick Sermon]
Yeah, Redman uh, E. Sermon, Tre
[Verse One: Redman]
Yeah, yo
I'm Doc, Brick City, know how I rock
I'm hip-hop, I live up in the rim shop
I blow out my tires then I buy some mo'
My car's Ying Yang'n the way it sit LOWW
A little Anita, a little Vandross
I got two guns to give you secondhand smoke
I'm no joke, this ain't Hanna Barbera
It's the Bricks, Mandela on Anteras
In my rear mirror, a freak approach
Knew she wasn't first class cause her bag was Coach
She was like, "Redman! Buy me boots."
So I, bought her Timbs, and a army suit
Nobody want it with Doc, you smell me Duke?
Front page, smokin L's in The Daily News
Y'all cats big time, but the tops are turned
When you in the same realm as, Doc and Serm', yeahhh
[Chorus: x2]
"This ain't rappin, this is street hop
Now get up off yo' (ass) like yo' seats hot"
(And if the record is hot say one two) one two (one two)
[Verse Two: Erick Sermon]
Yeah, yeah, yo, uhh
E-Dub in the flesh, no replacement
I still bring trunk funk from the basement (who are you?)
Peeeimp MC, my style's mackadocious
Boy, ask her-on who the dopest
E - steppin to me, better-a think twice
I'm nice, the outcome be "The Passion of Christ"
You get ripped, you ain't equipped to rock with the vandal
(Yeah) I change your Timberlands to sandals
Thug MC's, thinkin they hard
When they walk around the block with 6 bodyguards
Yo, I'm a big dawg (grrr) you a pup (arf!)
It's like comparin a car to a truck
What, you spend dough for airplay when you network
That ain't fair, that ain't the way the street work
This is street hop, nuttin about pride
For you, I'ma keep them ambulances outside, you dig?
[Chorus]
[Erick Sermon]
All them rappers that can't rhyme (can't rhyme)
What is you doin is a crime
Sayin that garbage all the time
{*chk-chk-BOOM*} Word up, yeah
[Verse Three: Tre]
That's how I'm livin, still a gangsta, still a pimpin mack
All around hustler, 9 to 5 flippin crack
Tryin to stay up out of prison, steady spittin raps
Not to mention spittin scraps, don't mix your puddy-tat with that
{*meowww*} Dhark Citi, put it on your map
Don't ride through without your pistol, put it on your lap
And I don't look for beef but don't think that I won't attack
Have you in a coffin momma like, "He don't belong in that"
You shoulda thought of that before the fact
Why a (nigga) roll the dice, lose all they money, then they want it back?
But that's a bunch of crap...
.. but f'real jyo, don't gamble witcha life, cause ain't no comin back
[Chorus: repeat to fade]
Karla V.
1 of my precious classics ever 💕🎶✨
Luis
[Nas sample: x2]
This ain't rappin, this is street hop
Now get up off yo' (ass) like yo' seats hot
[Erick Sermon]
Yeah, Redman uh, E. Sermon, Tre
[Verse One: Redman]
Yeah, yo
I'm Doc, Brick City, know how I rock
I'm hip-hop, I live up in the rim shop
I blow out my tires then I buy some mo'
My car's Ying Yang'n the way it sit LOWW
A little Anita, a little Vandross
I got two guns to give you secondhand smoke
I'm no joke, this ain't Hanna Barbera
It's the Bricks, Mandela on Anteras
In my rear mirror, a freak approach
Knew she wasn't first class cause her bag was Coach
She was like, "Redman! Buy me boots."
So I, bought her Timbs, and a army suit
Nobody want it with Doc, you smell me Duke?
Front page, smokin L's in The Daily News
Y'all cats big time, but the tops are turned
When you in the same realm as, Doc and Serm', yeahhh
[Chorus: x2]
"This ain't rappin, this is street hop
Now get up off yo' (ass) like yo' seats hot"
(And if the record is hot say one two) one two (one two)
[Verse Two: Erick Sermon]
Yeah, yeah, yo, uhh
E-Dub in the flesh, no replacement
I still bring trunk funk from the basement (who are you?)
Peeeimp MC, my style's mackadocious
Boy, ask her-on who the dopest
E - steppin to me, better-a think twice
I'm nice, the outcome be "The Passion of Christ"
You get ripped, you ain't equipped to rock with the vandal
(Yeah) I change your Timberlands to sandals
Thug MC's, thinkin they hard
When they walk around the block with 6 bodyguards
Yo, I'm a big dawg (grrr) you a pup (arf!)
It's like comparin a car to a truck
What, you spend dough for airplay when you network
That ain't fair, that ain't the way the street work
This is street hop, nuttin about pride
For you, I'ma keep them ambulances outside, you dig?
[Chorus]
[Erick Sermon]
All them rappers that can't rhyme (can't rhyme)
What is you doin is a crime
Sayin that garbage all the time
{*chk-chk-BOOM*} Word up, yeah
[Verse Three: Tre]
That's how I'm livin, still a gangsta, still a pimpin mack
All around hustler, 9 to 5 flippin crack
Tryin to stay up out of prison, steady spittin raps
Not to mention spittin scraps, don't mix your puddy-tat with that
{*meowww*} Dhark Citi, put it on your map
Don't ride through without your pistol, put it on your lap
And I don't look for beef but don't think that I won't attack
Have you in a coffin momma like, "He don't belong in that"
You shoulda thought of that before the fact
Why a (nigga) roll the dice, lose all they money, then they want it back?
But that's a bunch of crap...
.. but f'real jyo, don't gamble witcha life, cause ain't no comin back
[Chorus: repeat to fade]
Jay Lush
Shit is still Crack. Where is the new Erick Sermon?? The people need more of this. Set a new trend!!
Kasai5
Real classic never old.
Danilo Catalan
Temazo lo escucho de cabro chico este temon
Joshua Keddy
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Snake Pliskin
Didn't realize that's Tre from The Pharcyde
Simon Forrest
WTF!!! The 1st comment??? Y'all cats slipping...E-Double yo
Samba Samba
😂👍
Derrick Cooper
Where y'all at 😎