Ova Here Lyrics

Ova Here lyrics

The real hip hop is ova here

The real hip hop is ova here

The real hip hop is ova here

The real hip hop is ova here



Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, clear 'em out, clear 'em out, word



Yo, Nelly, you ain't fo' real and you ain't Universal

Your whole style sounds like a N'Sync commercial

Ignoramus, I'm the baddest with the mic apparatus

Challengin' the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch your status

With this ugly lookin' billboard, you could stop them

But I got enough albums to make my own top ten



You limited like the spread of traffic

You bite my style off the radio

So when you speak you bet I hear the static

You better chill out like, Chuck, I kick like three, Norrises

One of my sixteen bar rhymes is eight of your choruses

Of course it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to curve indispicuous

Gotcha, on your hands and knees

Ain't it about time for some real emcees?



The real hip hop is ova here

The real hip hop is ova here

The real hip hop is ova here

The real hip hop is ova here



Uh, we on a hunt tonight

When you see me comin', I don't front, I fight

People say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all about peace

To say the least, with a violent history

It ain't no mystery, these rappers wanna get with me

My people don't see that, all they hear is stop hittin' me, huh

Stop beatin' me, Chris, you want to help my career, Nelly?

Well, you can help if you don't exist, huh



I think it's 'bout time we stop these pop rappers

Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop does matter to me

Does it matter to you? My crew

If it does, you know what the hell to do

Throw your guns in the air, pump it like, yeah

Let these bitch ass rappers know we in here

Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off stage

Tell 'em KRS told you they at the end of they days



Let me tell you, let's give hip hop a lift

And don't buy Nelly's album on June twenty fifth

That'll send a message back to all 'em sellouts

House nigga rapper, your bottom done fell out

You don't even know how

I told you I wasn't talkin' about you then

But I'm talkin' about you now

Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one goes right through

Even St. Louis don't like you