Hip Hop (Explicit) - Bizarre/Eminem

Yeah huh hip hop hip hop hip hop

Turn my mic up a little bit hip hop

Hit some of this Cali Guido hip hop

Listen to some motherf**kin' hip hop

Everybody got a little story they gotta tell

Niggard ain't heard my sh*t ha ha ha

The life of bizarre what

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 a pen and pad and start to jot some

Always told myself that I would never be losing

Man I ain't had no hood my mother was always moving

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 ten years old I started to feel the hunger

Got a little older man the force got stronger

And me and my rap partner wasn't seeing eye to eye

So he picked up and started a group with some other guys

This is hip hop hip man I won't stop

Yo big boil gimme a beat box

Hip hop hip hop

Hip hop hip hop hip hop

Sounds like gold sounds like street whoa

Niggards know they getting told what they mama did whoa

The rump bump 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 fore you were a star was born

United we stand divided we swore

And hell yeah I lived in my car

B**ch I was homeless I always slept in a jar

And dirty management I wish all the best

But me and my niggards we had to do what's best

It was a mess all them taxes and accounts

Checks started to bounce niggards couldn't buy an ounce

And now that we platinum they dies our name

Like we won't go to the car and get them thongs

And beef sometimes you don't have a choice

To the fight with whitey ford to the beef with Royce

To the jam rules benzine and niggards in the club

To the e dubs and niggards that you ain't heard of

And man I don't know how to use a gun

But I'll learn quick if the f**kin' beef come

Hip hop hip hop

Hip hop hip hop hip hop

Sounds like gold sounds like street whoa

Niggards know they getting told what they mama did whoa

The rump bump bum bum 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 fishing in flip flops flip flops

Or cross over to country like kid rock did I

Can't see no country singers beefing over some guitar

Riff that Willie nelson lifted from bob Sega

When I was younger I was so eager

To have a gun I would do the same

Couldn't wait to get to the shooting range

Me and my man goofy gamy just trying to let loose some steam

Motherf**kers laughingstock I couldn't aim

So I'd pull the f**kin' target closer and just shoot the thong

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'd take 56 months

What the f**k am I supposed to do mean time when rivals come

Hide that sum b**ch in the glove box or inside the trunk

Now back to what my three bullet theory was

I'm triple platinum I ain't trying to catch no murder one

Figured I'd shoot to wound probably miss with at least one

But them other two gong f**k his shoulder and his kneecap up

Then I'm a say it's self defense how come I had the gun

Was because I was at the range on my way back from

This dude approached me on some bullshit

I'd get a year for each bullet at the most

As opposed to having 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 it

Thank god it was empty the night that I got caught with it

What the f**k man I thought that it was supposed to be

Hip hop hip hop

Hip hop hip hop hip hop

Sounds like gold sounds like street whoa

Niggards know they getting told what they mama did whoa

The rump bump bum bum in the jeep

These people know what I do with the M P C