I'm finna take it to the tip-top, baby I'm finna take it to the tip-top, baby I'm finna take it to the tip-top, baby Everybody, I'd like to announce Throw your hands up when we in the house Yeah, this is hip-hop, baby I'm finna take it to the tip-top, baby And tell your girl that the tickets is out And we gon' do it till they kickin' us out Cause this is hip-hop, baby I'm finna take it to the tip-top, baby Live from the South Side is one hija gun Representin' Chi-Town to the fullest Raps are bullets, see them rappers? They be duckin' McCombie bucket in the kitchen Fuckin' on the sink, got my mama a mint Think common is the link, thought the game was extinct Later, them jeans is as slim as Shady Brought em' back from the 80s, now let's make some babies Freestyle paid off, so LinkedIn paid me Now we can push more whips than slavery Alexandria, this rap ***, my roots is deep You heard the bitch of you, yeah, I know what's beef Let it cook and I pop like grease You thirsty niggas can't stop my feast Uh, I still love her, she be needin' a dick When it come to hip-hop, it's just me and my bitch, uh Everybody, I'd like to announce Throw your hands up when we in the house Yeah, this is hip-hop, baby I'm finna take it to the tip-top, baby And tell your girl that the tickets is out And we gon' do it till they kick in the south Cause, this is hip-hop, baby I'm finna take it to the tip-top, baby You're like, what the ***, there is no other Valet crossed my road so quickly, I bought another Sorry, Mr. William, moved out the building Spot to the top, 50 feet was the cilium Slow down, son, you're killin' em' What funded it was not GameStack Shitty deals reminiscing, give me chills When Puff was with Biggie, Versace on every niggie The backpacker cop with Porsche and drove to his city Now all the little bitties from ugly to pretty I was the magician, mesmerizing, made em' listen My dick is like a blow-pop, baby And niggas syphilis and Botox, baby But show out, baby, and show me you gon' act right And I'll be pedaling backwards like a track bike She know the Casio cost a hundred It's been two years since I done it Now all the rappers want it Everybody, I'd like to announce Throw your hands up when we in the house Yeah, this is hip-hop, baby I'm finna take it to the tip-top, baby And tell your girl that the tickets is out And we gon' do it till they kickin' us out Cause this is hip-hop, baby I'm finna take it to the tip-top, baby As I sit back, relax with Chicago on my back Zip the backpack, pull out a fifth of yak I'd probably go to jail, but nah, that ain't me I style crazy and neck like Jay-Z, the black Kojak I get money and want moustache The rap photographer, the way the flow snap Rod say, are you a philosopher? Yeah, yeah, I philosophize on top of y'all Everybody, I'd like to announce Throw your hands up when we in the house Yeah, this is hip-hop, baby I'm finna take it to the tip-top, baby And tell your girl that the tickets is out And we gon' do it till they kickin' us out Cause this is hip-hop, baby I'm finna take it to the tip-top, baby Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh