It's All Been Done Lyrics

I'm not a Blood or a Crip
I'm not a Mick or a Spic
I'm Cape Verdean and spittin this ridiculous shit
You'll catch me tippin a fifth
And cold sippin a sip
So much Jameson I'll trip and probably flip in a ditch
Victor's version of the verbal V vendetta is me
I'm locked and loaded and I'm aiming at the head of the beast
Yo I'm ready for beef
I want em dead in the streets
I'm no dummy though I figured out it's better to be
Alive and a rock star
Than beat the-fuck-up in the back of a cop car
Cuffed with a lock-jaw
Every time I turn around I'm ducking the Mod Squad
I'd rather die than let them punks get they rocks off
Fuck around and have the whole scene marked off
You and me officer
Lit fuse Molotov
Cuz underneath it all you're softer than a cotton ball
And I aint standin in line for your holocaust
It's the rap Quai Gon Jin
With a mile long grin
At the bottom of a bottle with a pride called sin
I'm lounging with the losers at last call
In fact all
I need to do
Is sip sip the brew
Then prove to everybody that misfits are rude
And I'll kiss a few if you kiss a few
Till it's time to put an end to this interview
I'm a sucker for a chick that's nasty
Like Hank Chinaski
I met the last girl at the Packey
I grabbed the final bottle then she tried to attack me
After that she lifted up her skirt in the alley
Right before I fell in the gutter
So who am I to judge what you do what your lover?
Who's screwing each other?
Who's using a rubber?
Who's suing they're mother?
Who's doing the governor?
It's all been done there's nothing new to discover
Cuz The Real Hip Hop is over here
The Real Hip Hop is over here
The Real Hip Hop is over here
Special Blend let em know where you from Centurion

(Thanks to Victor for these lyrics)