Hip Hop
Joel Ortiz Ft. Jadakiss Lyrics
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Real music (real music) let's go
The hood's hot (uh-huh, yeah) The hood's hot (clap)
The hood's hot (oh, yeah) The hood's hot (yeah, yeah)
Yo when I squirt the chrome the funeral home
Gon' double they money this year off my work alone
Nobody gotta know who did it
Two-thirds of the L.O., where the X at?
Hoodie under the suit jacket, double-breast that
I'm in the hood like scratch-offs, get them packs off
Lame niggas cuffing them whack whores
Use of the pick going back door, no more for the fake
Just stand there and I'ma dish it back off
Might lay it up, might not
Niggas don't be in the wrong place cause it's me in the right spot
I'm quite hot, y'all niggas is quite pop
The record don't sell then I still got light rocks
Like wearing Timbs with Nike socks
And the lil' bit of money I did make I put it in light stocks
Yeah, how y'all doing out there (Jada what up nigga?)
How y'all doing out there? (It's your boy Sheek Louch nigga)
The hood's hot (thanks for inviting me on this track)
The hood's hot
Yo if my flow too tight, put the pressure on
Watch the juice come out like I'm squeezing a Sprite
Make big deals, get out on big bails
Shit, your career about as short as Amil's (ha ha)
Shit on niggaz like I had two tails (damn)
With enough bars to open four jails
If you don't know nigga, ask Madden
How I play with the hammer, in Manhattan
Shank up (yeah) niggas leak enough blood
To fill a motherfucking H-2 tank up
Get ya bank up (yeah) who you rank up
Get off his dick and get you a brick (woo)
We done seen every John Woo flick
So act like The Killer instead of some chick (bitch)
Fuck a pimp cup, get a plastic one (no doubt)
Put some 'gnac in that shit and go and get it done
How why'all doin out there? (You know what they want right)
How why'all doin out there? (They want that gangsta shit from us daddy)
The hood's hot (so let that shit hit you)
The hood's hot
Me and 'Kiss hot like lava (no doubt)
We got sons in the game and we don't need Maury to know who the father
If we don't know you, your bars ain't big enough (nah)
You need a gimmick, go run around the block with Puff
Get a Black Phone, rent some of Jigga's stuff
I'm like T-Dub, you want to be dubbed (no doubt)
I was there when a lil' nigga re'd up
You ain't Willie, you just act G'd up
Yeah, uh, yo
I branched out, so you can get the these
In the glass seam bags you can pull the stamps out
Nigga the champ's out, we don't rock loud colors
We pop loud guns nigga to stand out
You know what it is kid, your man got the money in his crib
Then we goin' go in your man's house
Double R D-Block nigga the camp's out
Can't forget about Swizz, he blowing the amps out, what?
How y'all doing out there?
How y'all doing out there?
The hood's hot
The hood's hot
The song "Hip Hop" by Joel Ortiz Ft. Jadakiss featuring Swizz Beatz and Sheek Louch talks about the streets and how hot it is out there. It highlights different aspects of the rap game and the struggles that the rappers faced while coming up. The song begins with Swizz Beatz introducing the track, followed by Jadakiss's verse in which he says that he is a gangster and has done some serious work in the past. He also talks about how he likes to keep a low profile and avoid getting caught by the law. Further, he talks about how he manages to make money even when his records don't sell by investing in the right places. In his verse, Jadakiss also mentions how he is in the hood and continues to get his money.
Sheek Louch's verse follows Jadakiss's, where he talks about his flow and how he shits on other rappers. He also talks about how he has enough bars to open four jails, and his career is stronger than some other past female rappers. He also mentions how he plays with the hammer, referring to his gun, in Manhattan. He further talks about how one needs a plastic cup to drink liquor and get the job done, rather than carrying around a pimp cup.
Lastly, the song ends with Jadakiss's verse where he talks about how he invested the money he made in glass seam bags and how he and his crew are the champs out there. He mentions their crew name, Double R D-Block, and pays respect to Swizz Beatz for blowing the amps out.
Overall, the song talks about the rap game, the streets, actions, and consequences, and how the rappers managed to make money and survive.
Line by Line Meaning
Swizz Beatz the monster
Swizz Beatz is exceptionally talented
Real music (real music) let's go
Let's get started with authentic music
The hood's hot! (uh-huh, yeah) The hood's hot! (clap)
The reality of the neighborhood is intense and exciting
The hood's hot! (oh, yeah) The hood's hot (yeah, yeah)
The neighborhood is buzzing with energy and heat
Yo when I squirt the chrome the funeral home
Whenever I pull the trigger, someone is dying
Gon' double they money this year off my work alone
Funeral homes will make a lot of money off of me this year
So cool with it, yet and still I'm old school with it
I have a modern style, but I still embrace traditional methods
Nobody gotta know who did it
I keep it low-key and anonymous
Two-thirds of the L.O., where the X at?
Two-thirds of the LOX crew are present, where is the other member?
Hoodie under the suit jacket, double-breast that
I wear my casual hoodie under my formal suit jacket in a stylish manner
I'm in the hood like scratch-offs, get them packs off
I'm always in the hood, just like scratch-off cards - sell those packs quickly
Lame niggas cuffing them whack whores
Weak guys are taking care of unattractive women
Use of the pick going back door, no more for the fake
Don't need to use tricks to get into places, and no more fakeness
Just stand there and I'ma dish it back off
Just wait there, and I will retaliate appropriately
Might lay it up, might not
I might win, I might not - life's unpredictable
Niggas don't be in the wrong place cause it's me in the right spot
Don't be around where I am because I am in the right place
I'm quite hot, y'all niggas is quite pop
I'm hot and trendy, you all are just mainstream
The record don't sell then I still got light rocks
If my album doesn't sell, I still have my jewelry
Like wearing Timbs with Nike socks
Wearing conflicting styles
And the lil' bit of money I did make I put it in light stocks
Investing the little money I have in safe stocks
Thanks for inviting me on this track
Thanks for having me as a feature on this song
They want that gangsta shit from us daddy
The audience wants us to deliver gritty, gangsta music
Me and 'Kiss hot like lava (no doubt)
Jadakiss and I are on fire and unstoppable
We got sons in the game and we don't need Maury to know who the father
We have children in the music industry, and we're sure who the fathers are
If we don't know you, your bars ain't big enough (nah)
If we don't have a relationship with you, your talent isn't impressive
You need a gimmick, go run around the block with Puff
You need a gimmick, go run around the block with Puff Daddy
Can't forget about Swizz, he blowing the amps out, what?
Let's acknowledge the amazing job Swizz Beatz did producing this song
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Kasseem Dean, Sean D Jacobs, Curtis L Mayfield, Jason T Phillips
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Joell Ortiz] & {Jadakiss}
Yo, do me a favor? (what?)
Accidentally step on your white sunglasses (ha ha ha)
We don't wear those over here, this is hip hop {uh-huh}
This is Carhartt jackets (yeah), Timberland boots unlaced {yup}, this is Champion hoodies
Chicken wings and french fries {uhh}
R.I.P. pieces on the handball court (you see it)
This is us still fighting police brutality {AH-HAH!}
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Everybody runnin' they mouth 'bout how they real
Ringtones blowin' the doors off album sales
Need to be tellin' the people about how they feel
‘Cause that's how it all started, I'm surprised they feel ill
Music just ain't what it used to
We used to have songs that you could shoplift or boost to
This is the truth too, listen, we gon' pop in the Juice Crew
Then run up in the mall, get loose, boo
Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes
Five-Percenters teachin' the God lines
Two turntables, a mixer, few speakers
Haze didn't exist yet, they blew reefer
Pink Champale, plenty of malt liquor
Extension cord was ran through grandma's kitchen
Fashion statements, bats was safe then
Now, D-Block Royal bash your face in
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
Aww, man, (man) this is hip hop
Hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop
I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop
Dream about hip hop, ‘cause I am hip hop
X2
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, geah, check… I said hip hop, started out in the park
Man, I knew it was going down from the start
I be backstage with that extra pound in my heart
Butterflies, what a vibe when I tear that whole crowd apart!
It's hip hop, my lips got problems, I spit hot shit
Watch the Kid Rock albums, I hurt verses
And bruise flows, who knows what's next and when?
I'm like a NBA game; nothin' less than 10
It's like all kind of diseases infest my pen
I'm sick, I gotta spit, I can't digest my phlegm
This gift could be a curse if you don't use it right
So call me now, tell half of these dudes good night
They let the lion out the cage, the dragon from out the cage
Dudes worship him, girls be draggin' him off the stage
You dudes weak, you ruin beats, you don't hurt the track
Give your producer my contacts, I'll murder that
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
Aww, man, (man) this is hip hop
Hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop
I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop
Dream about hip hop, ‘cause I am hip hop
X2
[Saigon - over Chorus]
Knahmean? J-O! See you my nigga, haha
Bring this shit back man
Bring it back in time man, check
[Verse 3: Saigon]
Just when y'all thought Queenbridge was a wrap
Nas came back bridgin' the gap
Joey Crack told the whole map to lean back
For a second you would've thought New York was takin' the scene back
Even Ja dropped a mean track
It went "I'm from New York!"
The first city that have heads to fiend for crack
Now all I hear about is who's a Blood, who's a Crip
Religious leaders only teach half of the truth and shit
I'd rather rock a fake gold crucifix than them platinum white Jesus faces; he rap like he's a racist
Know a philosopher that reads the pages
So that knowledge I try to keep away from me for ages
(Aww, man) It's like I'm in a race against time
Couple years ago I couldn't wait to get signed
I thought automatically that my face'll get shine
But being lyrical was just a waste of slick rhyme
‘Cause so, still I annihilate though
The sire lace the place with the fireplace flow
The day y'all could fuck with me or Joell Ortiz
That's the day Hell gon' freeze
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
Aww, man, (man) this is hip hop
Hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop
I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop
Dream about hip hop, ‘cause I am hip hop
X2
[Outro: Joell Ortiz]
Aww, man {*echoes*}
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