Lyrics “Can’t Kill Hyphy” – Mistah F.A.B.
This one for the king of the super duper
Keak get well, we gon’ shit like a pooper scooper
I’m ridin’ for you bro, be like a super Uber
Super Soaker on deck, we got stupid shooters
Far as hyphy go, I ain’t gon’ let it die
Couldn’ta left it in the hands of a better guy
Fetty Wap on the game, lookin’ with my better eye
Tech grind, Chevron gas, unleaded ..
Turned back up, like a n*gga never turned down
Hyphy like when a hood n*gga get turned down
From a bad b*tch, f*ck a b*tch, I get to bat quick
Still cheezy-weezy, broke n*ggas on that mad shit
B*tch said she over me, then why the hell you textin’ then
Bro be actin’ like a b*tch, too much estrogen
Fabby Davis oh my god, you’re back, yo we love you!
We on that hyphy shit again, uhhh, f*ck you
Yadadamean fo sho, yadadamean fo sheezy
This that ’06 slap you beezy
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Still (can’t kill hyphy)
Still (can’t kill hyphy)
I’m still (can’t kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
Hey, I don’t think they no, they some nerds
Shaboobalaboopy, that’s my word
Did on my first win what n*ggas don’t do until their third
Hyphy ain’t dead, them n*ggas just scared
Hands on the clock gettin turned back
Year 2006, where the herb at
The Bay fell off, n*gga what, I heard that
Been gettin’ lit, tell the world we want our word back
N*ggas switch cliques, ride dicks just to get on
Serve out a town ways, this the town, don’t forget ..
I’m so Oakland like Cindy on Soul Beat
Gingerbread house .. LG
Now tell ’em don’t stop, keep goin’, keep goin’
Off of champagne and cookies, I’m blowin’
Hold it down for the Bay reppin’ Oakland
Still super-duper hyphy you know it
Yadadamean fo sho, yadadamean fo sheezy
This that ’06 slap you beezy
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Still (can’t kill hyphy)
Still (can’t kill hyphy)
I’m still (can’t kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
’06, this was big, no Bed-Stuy
Boy I’m on you neck, to the neck, like a necktie
Just left my n*gga Keak, crackin’ jokes by his bedside
He said.. Fabby burn them n*ggas down like Left Eye
So I’m back in the building like I forgot somethin’
Get your hands up like I’m ’bout to pop somethin’
N*ggas ain’t hyphy, they really need to stop frontin’
They really ain’t shooters, ’cause n*ggas ain’t dropped nothin’
Put a pill in your life, change your attitude
I kept the door open, n*gga, where’s the gratitude
Man what is it, why you mad at dude
Boy, I’m just doin’ what I had to do
Bay on my back, like Bubbles on Mike Jack
Hyphy comin’ back, a couple suckas ain’t gonna like that
I’m Han Solo, you know I had to strike back
Rest in peace to The Mac and The Jack, Keak be right back
Yadadamean fo sho, yadadamean fo sheezy
This that ’06 slap you beezy
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Still (can’t kill hyphy)
Still (can’t kill hyphy)
I’m still (can’t kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
Hyphy.. hyphy.. hyphy.. hyphy
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
Hyphy…
