(Brotha's and sista's!) (Brotha's and sista's, I don't know what this world is coming to!) 'Sup, Missy? Timbo! (This is another Missy Elliott exclusive) Hip-Hop! Yes! Yes, uhh One for the butters, I came from the gutter No I came from my mother, but you know what I mean Hov is here to stay, like permanent crease in your jeans Me and Missy be the new Tag Team: Whoomp! There It Is We like Rae & Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz We Public Enemy #1, our Uzi Weighs a Ton This is our house, run What happened to those good old days (huh) When hip hop was so much fun? Oh, house parties in the summer, y'all (c'mon) And no-one came through with a gun It was all about the music, y'all It helped a nigga to relieve some stress (huh) Ohh, we was under one groove, y'all (y'all) So much love (huh) between north and west Go back in the day British Knights, and gold chains Do the Prep and Cabbage Patch And wear your laces, all fat Back in the day, hey, hey, hey (back in the day) Hip hop's changed (yes, it is) Remember when we used to battle (uh-huh) On the block (huh) before the lights came on? Oh, Mama said we would be straight-A kids (c'mon) If we did our homework like we knew those songs Salt-N-Pepa, Rakim, and P.E. (huh) DMC and Heavy D Yes, Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, too (oh-ooh) MC Lyte (Paper Thin) opened doors for you and me, c'mon Young J-Bizzy Let's do it again, nigga Grew-up the way it oughta be From day KRS-One all the way up to 19 Naughty III To M.O.P., we Cold as Ice Nigga, we rock it from the Dre Day to the Suge Knight So fuck Chuck Phillips and Bill O'Reilly If they try to stop hip hop, we all gon' rally, nigga Post-Biggie and Pac, I gotta hold down the city Make a nigga wanna holla' like Missy, but fuck it Just let a nigga MC The best rapper alive, unquestionably If you rip on your EP, you gonna need a MD So You Gots to Chill cause I Kill at Will Like solid water, dude, y'all niggas don't get it Kill at Will, solid water, Ice Cube Ha, ha, that's how hip hop has evolved Jay-Z's for President, I'm naming Ra as the National Guard Me and Jigga, Jigga J-J-Jay-Hova I rocks the mic right, whether I'm pissy drunk or sober Misdemeanor fo'-finger-ringer, I'm stupid fresh I've been hot since LL rocked the Kangol hat Yes, yes, the yes, yes, the yes, y'all in C'mon (Aw, yeah, aw, yeah) Okay, me 'n that nigga Jigga, fresh-dressed in the mornin' C'mon (Aw, yeah, aw, yeah) I wanna go back in time (let's go) Feels like I, I wanna go back in time Feels like I, I wanna go back in time (Y'all remember Self Destruction) (Where all the rap artists got on a record together?) Feels like I, I wanna go back in time (I used to love them days) (No tension, let's go)