Loving the Game

What you mean hip hop is dead
How the hell is hip hop dead and it's a billion dollar industry
Everybody's eating right now of the culture fam
I mean think about what you saying
Hip hop is dead that don't even make no sense
Imma tell you why hip hop ain't dead though
You know what I'm saying you gone feel me on this one
Yo yo come on

Hip hop is not just one style of music
It's the dress code and the whole way you do shit
It's the way you rock ya doo rag under under ya brim
The reason you got so many different color Timbs
It's why the dope boys all wanna go legit
Cuz everybody knows it only takes one hit
If you think it's dead man you must be nuts
Why does Ellen Degeneres rock it so much
Why did you pick a side when Jay battled Nas and Pac battled Big
Nigga that's what hip hop did
I walk hip hop I talk hip hop I live hip hop and imma fight until the bullshit stop
Play the block with a bop and a Detroit fitted whip kitted
Yelling to my homie yo fam did it
We getting money now we getting money now
But ain't gone never lose that hip hop style

First class on a plane a fat gold chain
I can't stop loving the game
And even though the players gone change and it might seem strange
I can't stop loving the game
And even though the beef done came and the haters still lame
I can't stop loving the game
All I gotta do is stay true homie what about you
Cuz I can't stop don't stop won't stop

It's the reason you got a kicker box
Cuz everything Dr Dre touch gone knock
And every time I hear the first chromic or the second
I'm thinking to myself these dope asshole records
Growing up in Michigan I listened to it all
East, West, South man I salute y'all
Phat farm, Sean John and Roc-a-wear sales
Is proof that my culture is alive and well
Cuz hip hop is not just back pack shit
Is why you rock baby phat and apple bottom bitch
It's why you like smack DVDs and hood movies
If you don't think that's hip hop don't say nothing to me
It's why I lean my brim on my baseball hat it's not Derek Jeter and his baseball bat
Cuz no one person has this kinda control
To have this many people really feel it in they soul (That's hip hop)

First class on a plane a fat gold chain
I can't stop loving the game
And even though the players gone change and it might seem strange
I can't stop loving the game
And even though the beef done came and the haters still lame
I can't stop loving the game
All I gotta do is stay true homie what about you
Cuz I can't stop don't stop won't stop

It all started in the East that's true
We all learned a little something from the old school
Like how to walk how to talk and how to hold the mic
You had to look at somebody first to get it right
Cuz I remember loving Rakim whole style
The blue Nike suit gold rope no smile
Hip hop's not dead the music just changed
But why would you even expect shit to be the same
Babies are born and then babies grow but rap music grew up and said pay me yo
I can't be mad at that so what the fuck you mean
This culture has achieved the American dream
But all you wanna do is sit around and run ya mouth
Wishing you was the rapper that ran Run's house
So next time you wanna talk think about this
If you don't know ya history then you don't know shit ha!

First class on a plane a fat gold chain
I can't stop loving the game
And even though the players gone change and it might seem strange
I can't stop loving the game
And even though the beef done came and the haters still lame
I can't stop loving the game
All I gotta do is stay true homie what about you
Cuz I can't stop don't stop won't stop