JIM HU's video: Clipping - Get up

CLPPNG (2014) (All copyrights belongs to owners) Clipping (stylized as clipping.) is an American experimental hip hop group from Los Angeles, California. The group consists of rapper Daveed Diggs and producers William Hutson and Jonathan Snipes. Lyrics Game don't wait (heavy. wait.) Eyes heavy, but it's time to grind motherfucker can't be late (hold up. wait.) Fuck a nine-to-five, push work state to state (shit) No work, no food still eatin' off paper plates Banana clip is a paper weight, paper mate Tally how you're married to the game She fuckin' everybody but you still put a ring on it, on it Keep it one hunnit, homies Home is where the homies Home is where the homies got your back Get your backpack get Back to the block, bring it back to the block, shit Slangin' crack beats cracks into [?] But the Glock cocked back, lay another body flat Here when they turn on the street lights Hustle till they cut em' off, that's the street life Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale That's how I get mine, that's how I get it Hustlin' is a habit So they say This is for the G's who wasn't trippin' and never knew any other way Other ways of gettin' money, not many do not require a degree of separation From the streets you gettin' paid in In which the degree of difficulty is extraordinarily high And she high while doin' it, so see why Somebody who isn't from it might not understand how you body a body in other words (I'd like to just kill a man) And still a gram is a gram and nobody is Instagramin' They killin' on Cypress Hill and they still is squeezin' the hammers Police is beyond the scanners, these sum of sequius bandits And brandish [?] function You fuck a [?] fashion that flash on a motherfucker You fuckin' seeing the passion forgetting the hunger This the jungle, time to get active and crack it so acrobatic it'll flip in the set But set's up and no second guessing here in the street people sweating for the money Here when they turn on the street lights Hustle till they cut em' off, that's the street life Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale That's how I get mine, that's how I get it No time for wifey's babies or other collateral damage Checking for snitches, they be the ones order tacos in Spanish Always thinking that they blendin' in But then sending them telegrams to the rollers; they bitches Not meaning meaning - fuck it, ain't no explaining Get the fuck up and push cocaine All these fuckers gon' sleep all day But if you suck up [?] one of these bucks [?] if you lacing up them chucks no Taylor Gangin' This shit is grimy and dirty, clothes stankin' while you slangin' Get up out to the blacktop Backpack for the crack rock Take [?] the cops at a spot where they knock a neighborhood watch Watch him Learn the code if them eyes are closed That means he sleeping on his feet and been out in the cold And if he flashin' the gold, he either new or want action and got back up on the toes Study all of your fractions, get up on the honor roll Roll the marijuana then flip the hoodie up and get ghost Here when they turn on the street lights Hustle till they cut em' off, that's the street life Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale And if you trying to take this spot, better think twice This ain't play time, you're fucking with my life I'ma do what I gotta do to get my mail I gotta get mine, I gotta get it www.clppng.com