Alba s touto skladbou:
How I Learned To Stop Giving A Shit And Love,
Remember back in the day when muthafuckas dealt drugs,
Shot glocks, rode jeeps, had corners on lock
Wrote super dope rhymes in note books
Dropped ill fuckin' James Brown samples on a hook
Bought dookie gold chains from the fulton mall
and didn't give a fuck about rapping on a pop song
You may hate me for what I say but don't forget to page me
(back in the day)
Remember back in the day when rap wasn't gay
And muthafuckas shot at each other all day
if Biggie and Tupac was alive today
they would kill you all in a hip hop rage
In a hip hop rage, in a hip hop rage
They would kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
In a hip hop rage, in a hip hop rage
They would kill, kill, murder, murder, dance, dance on your grave
Remember back in the day when you ran from the cops
Wilding out rolling blunts not giving a fuck
Doing business from corner pay phones
Giving shout outs to all your dead homeboys
Incarcerated rappers were all fucking famous
and every ghetto was fucking dangerous
Now a moment of silence for some east coast west coast violence
(east coast west coast violence)
Remember back in the day when rap wasn't shit
And every MC was fuckin' legit
If Eazy E was alive today
He would kill you all in a hip hop rage
In a hip hop rage, in a hip hop rage
He would kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
In a hip hop rage, in a hip hop rage
He would kill, kill, murder, murder, dance, dance on your grave
If you a rapper and you rap about love
throw your hands in the air so we can shoot ya (shoot ya)
If you a rapper and you rap about clubs
throw your hands in the air so we can abuse ya (abuse ya)
Remember back in the day when rap wasn't horrible
And lyrics we poetry and not fucking awful
If Old Dirty Bastard was alive today
He would kill you all in a hip hop rage
In a hip hop rage, in a hip hop rage
He would kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
In a hip hop rage, in a hip hop rage
He would kill, kill, murder, murder, dance, dance on your grave
