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Hang Loose
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Hang Loose was released on June 4, 2002 by Om as a part of the album O.S.T.
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AlbumO.S.T.
Release DateJune 4, 2002
LabelOm
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, what's goin' down, man?
Uh, huh, huh
Say, brother, I heard you rap
Show me somethin'
[Verse 2]
I'm a cool latin lover, libra disco king
And the ladies all scream when I'm on the scene
I got a gold-plated plane to fly around the world
Just to pick up the mothers of fine little girls
[Verse 3]
I'm in the house, y'all
And it's a family affair
And you can bring your sister, she can clip my hair
If she ain't there, well then I'm shit out of luck
I'm in the house with Mickey Mouse and a Donald Duck
[Verse 4]
You like re-run
Tryin' to catch my truck
It's me and double steak chillin' up in the cut
We're like Starsky and Hutch, but a little more depth
I keep the forty on my right and all the women on my left
[Verse 5]
I got a gold-plated pit bull made outta ice
Yo, his bark ain't loud, but he sure ain't nice
And if you ask me twice, I'ma tell you the same
It's rap basketball and Dr. J is the name
[Verse 6]
'Cause I'm bound to go down in the hall of fame
And you can see my picture chillin' up in the gold frame
Type that, y'all
And you just don't stop
And that ya playin' Pac-Man and runnin' from the cops
[Verse 7]
It's like a nice chocolate sundae with a cherry on top
I got a leather Cadillac, and I love to hip-hop
'Cause people always say the P ain't about nothin'
But that's for the birds like Thanksgiving stuffin'
'Cause when I disco, I always prove my point
Yo, I'm out, baby brother, pass over the joint, and
[Verse 8]
Hang loose
Hang loose, y'all
Hang loose
Hang loose, y'all
Hang loose
[Verse 9]
Like a lady that just gave birth
Double K is my name, and LA is my turf
I said, we party all night like Kool and the Gang
Me and the little brother Thes came to show our fame
[Verse 10]
We break the girls' hearts and make the jams start
Surprise the sleepy kids like a fresh Pop-Tart
We up jump the boogie like a Scooby-Doo
Smoke a doobie or two
And hanging out with the crew
[Verse 11]
I keep the green trees, so my car smells fresh
Take a bath with diamonds, I only bought the best
Keep my ladies well dressed
Never settle for less
Like a cold can of Miller straight out the ice chest
[Verse 12]
I don't wear Calvin Klein, I wear Louis Vuitton
And that's word to the mothers and brothers of Islam
Party people, live long, 'cause it's just begun
Gotta intersect race just to have some fun
[Verse 13]
We're the cool party rocker, the old folks shocker
The whack rhyme stopper
Take a piece of something proper
I'm out for the cash, here to have a blast
Couple of friends and some ass smokin' up my hash
[Verse 14]
Got a smile on my face 'cause I own the place
I got rhymes from Detroit straight to outerspace
Emcee's shut their trap while I kick the old rap
Party down with my friends, some skinny, some fat
But one thing's for sure, if we all hang loose
We tell stories 'bout our rhymes like a Mother Goose
[Verse 15]
Or a Dr. Seuess
It's the rap in the hat
So take that, party people, take that, huh, huh
[Verse 16]
Hang loose
Hang loose, y'all
Hang loose
Hang loose, y'all
[Verse 17]
Hang loose
Hang loose, y'all
Hang loose
Hang loose, y'all
Hang loose
Written by: -, Chris Portugal, Don Albert Thompson, Michael Turner, Sidney Smith, van Alan Sachs
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