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hip-hop hippie - a-butta lyrics

[intro: anthony cruz (aka a*b*tta)]
we could make love
instead of making war
we could make love
instead of making war
uh! yeah!
i truly believe, i really believe
it’s what we’re here for

[verse 1: anthony cruz (aka a*b*tta)]
ayyo
this joint here’s for promotional use only
the point’s for you to pump it and show it to a few homies
this when my name’ll gain fame and recognition
i’ll be on whichever station, telling you to listen
and cop my sh*t when it drops next winter
don’t quit yet, kid—i’m not quite finished. i
smoke spinach (uh!), gulp guinness (uh!)
it’s hashboy, motherf*cker, we up in this (uh!)
puerto rican with the luck of the irish
and if i win a grammy, i’m coming through stylish
with cowboy boots on the color of violet
a holster on my hip and a blunt on the side of my lips
take a hit for the next generation
i’m like ricky williams, baby, i’m meditating (uh!)
forget the fortune and fame. i’d rather levitate
back to where i came from, kid. get it straight
[hook: anthony cruz (aka a*b*tta)]
oh, i’m feeling so fine
i got love on my mind
we could party like it’s
nineteen*sixty*nine
yes, i’m feeling so free
like i’m lsd
we could party like it’s
nineteen*sixty*three

[verse 2: anthony cruz (aka a*b*tta)]
i’ll lead us back
like fat joe with a fat bag of that green sack
of that dro, that sticky, that roll—see that?
now that’s flow. i’m a certified pro
i’ve been in it for a minute, let the purple lye blow. i’ll put
a hurting on a verse if i choose to, but sometimes
i feel like you don’t deserve for me to amuse you
i’m coop, cool with the toolie, rude and unruly, outfit
loud, people be like, “wow, who he?” anthony
cruz is my government nomenclature
and i’m still hustling ‘cause i’m low on paper
but i’m still bubbling just to front for them haters
not a pimp or a player, but chicks do lay up with
the kid on some midnight ish, watching indie fl!cks
can’t count how many spliffs we hit
and this is simply bliss, and i’m
a hip*hop hippie on some sixties sh*t. it go:
[hook: anthony cruz (aka a*b*tta)]
oh, i’m feeling so fine
i got love on my mind
we could party like it’s
nineteen*sixty*nine
yes, i’m feeling so free
like i’m lsd
we could party like it’s
nineteen*sixty*three

[verse 3: anthony cruz (aka a*b*tta)]
and i don’t
need no fancy rings or no flashy things
just some tambourines and a crowd who could
gather ‘round, dance, and sing. yup, that’s my thing
yup, that’s what happiness could bring, and i still
have to rap because rap is my thing, but sometimes
i hate rapping ‘cause rapping could be so
gimmicky and frol!cky, and that’s not me
i’m a hip*hop hippie, so please pass the broccoli
this is quite possibly the last time i emcee
and if it is, then rip to me, but i’m still
gon’ party like it’s nineteen*sixty*
*something and keep the good vibes coming. it go:

[hook: anthony cruz (aka a*b*tta)]
oh, i’m feeling so fine
i got love on my mind
we could party like it’s
nineteen*sixty*nine
yes, i’m feeling so free
like i’m lsd
we could party like it’s
nineteen*sixty*three
[outro: anthony cruz (aka a*b*tta)]
we could make love
instead of making war
uh! yeah!
i truly believe, i really believe
it’s what we’re here for

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