Happy Birthday Hip-hop Lyrics - Big K.r.i.t.

Twin states mane: Alabama, Mississippi 

Big KRIT, Yelawolf 

Happy, happy birthday, happy birthday... 

[Verse 1: Yelawolf] 

I used to do backspins, no Adidas suit 

In my grandmama's house, listening to Coup 

Straight out the country like a pair of boots 

With [?] no apparel to match 

I was hip-hop before I ought to be hip 

Some dirty British Knights, tied up, size 6 

Don't give me the spoon to cut my pie with 

I did it, hand scooped the proofs under my eyelids 

I was bumpin' that [?] and that UGK, and that group home 

And Skinny Pimp from Tennessee, and I knew the songs 

Mystikal, muthafucka, put your boots on 

That's mustard, no Grey Poupon 

Geto Boys trick or treat: let's go home 

Deep dish D's, drop two tones 

And I know Alabama ain't your birthplace 

But I just come to celebrate, happy birthday 

Hip-hop 

[Hook:] 

Yelawolf and Big KRIT on some new shit 

We got that firewater, so keep your candles lit 

Uh, happy birthday hip hop! 

Mississippi/Alabama and it don't stop 

The door slamming and the rims chop 

Twin states from the bottom, now we on top 

So happy birthday, hip hop 

We worldwide and it don't stop 

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.] 

I'm hollerin' breathe little shawty 

Just look what I done bought ya 

The very best that I possess from 'neath that country water 

Like preaching from the altar, I break bread with you hip-hop 

Just show me where the sauce, a piece of mind is what it cost ya 

The beginning of the better, return of forever 

Like Pete Rock in the lab no telling what we'll chef up 

You find a will to flow once the bottom does settle 

I was digging in the crates, just bring a 40 and your shovel 

Old school Chevy, sprayed it Ole Miss Rebel 

My definition for lizard crawling and heavy metal 

808 bass in, haters scrum facing 

While you was Kid N Playin', I was UGKing 

"Say it ain't so, KRIT", bitch, I'm just saying 

Don't play me like no sucka 

These Alpines leave you muffled 

Country buckin' hella gumpshin, tell them niggas take that 

Happy birthday hip-hop, now show me where the cake at 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Yelawolf] 

Bonita fried, apple pie Baum put me on 

(Put 'em up) waffle house, 2Pac's rock song 

You see I had to dig to find the hieroglyphics 

My mama didn't know about [?] Souls of Mischief 

See the Bible what gave me the Holy Spirit 

But it didn't give me rap, cause I wasn't supposed to hear it 

So I had to walk under them Rebel flags 

With my hoodie inside out, with Adidas on the tag 

[Big K.R.I.T. Verse] 

Who would've thunk it, I think we onto something 

Like a speaker on my chest, no holding back they hear me coming 

If you check my gun function, I've been 'bout it 'bout it 

The royalties within my jeans and they so outta pocket 

Back when Screw was popping, Them 4s and vogues was chopping 

The swangas [?] and pendulums and boppers kept bopping 

Reminiscing on the golden times 

3000 rhymed over noise so organized 

[Hook] 

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