This is a song about "Rodericks hip"

Sid's got that mysterious juice up up in his under hip

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Almost cried right on the spot

Hip to the fucking hop

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

That they made a new genre for you called hop hip

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Long as she come to me first

Hip hop is my motherfuckin' world

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Fuck the dip cause that feeling was hip

Cause we talkin' hip hop bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

But i guess that shit's just tough love

These hip-hop cops is obnoxious