Rappers rapping about listening to other rappers
LokoOne
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Just something that popped in my head this morning. I was wondering how many songs shout out another rapper/crew by mentioning they are playing their shit (usually in their car). Here's the few that popped in my head. I'm sure there's lots more Feel free to add on 
King T - Act a fool (Big Daddy Kane)
Sir Mix a lot - My Hooptie (Tuff Crew)
PE - Get the fuck outta dodge (Kool G Rap)
LL Cool J - Boomin System (EPMD/Apache)
Ice T - Midnight (BDK again)
Biggie - Friend of Mine (Method Man)
King T - Act a fool (Big Daddy Kane)
Sir Mix a lot - My Hooptie (Tuff Crew)
PE - Get the fuck outta dodge (Kool G Rap)
LL Cool J - Boomin System (EPMD/Apache)
Ice T - Midnight (BDK again)
Biggie - Friend of Mine (Method Man)
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Ghostface's "Malcolm," where he talks about dude kicking the jukebox and "It's Yours" comes on. (Note: I suppose it's possible that he meant Wu-Tang's own "It's Yourz," but I don't know--Ghost just kinda seems more like a cat who would have been talking about T La Rock, doesn't he?)
Special gas face to Q-Tip for that part in that song about his jeep where he rattles off the various Eclectic Rapper 101 cds he listens to in his car, including--but by no means limited to, love--"Marvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin, and Biggie." I'm not mad at the song overall (the drums are especially gorgeous), but for whatever reason that particular part is the hair in my Cream Of Wheat. Some straight sophomore-year, nag-champa-and-rubbers shit.
Mos Def, Jay, Prince and Stevie
Marvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin and Biggie
Yeah I remember it so clearly
Rappin??? to my pop about the cars and the clothes
Shrimp and the lobster that I heard about
Like word of mouth
The UGK tape and Scarface will turn ya out
I was like 13 thirsting for a good beat
Scoping for a studio talkin??? bout I spit heat
Like Ball & G, on that pimp type shit
Three 6 had me crunk on that late night tip
I'm a gangsta, and I spit nothin but gangsta shit,
That's comin from a five-deuce, Hoover gangsta Crip.
Bangin Street Military, Point Blank, and Klondike Kat,
The shit they were talkin' about, I grew up just like that.
Yah, yah it's northern California cranking off the hook
Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look
Too short 85, girl that's your life smoking on that glass pipe
Had me paying attention my cousin loosing weight fast
Like apartments crooked in Lakeview, Grandma stayed across the street
Playing hoop in the gym when I heard the Cougnut speak
Voice deep spitting rap said he was rolling dip and sick
Snake skin on top of the vill and that was eighty six
I was nine, then came eighty nine
Then came Richie Rich and d-loc
Oakland's 415
Groupie ass bitch tried to get a baller from the sideshow
And tried to be apart of MC Hammer's stage show
Hammer had MTV locked before Nelly and Will
I'm telling you this is real
He sold seventeen mil
Digital Underground Money B, Fuse, and Shock
Refuel the rap world by introducing Pac
From the same spot slang rocks wrote raps on the same soil
Check the next verse I'll spit more game for you
It's Northern California cranking off the hook
Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look
They juke, hit banks and rank high in the pen
Rest in peace to every one that's not here
Richie Rich got cracked early nineties with a half a thing
Heavy in that rap game still getting that dough
MC Hammer bought helicopters from the cops from the O
Probably pushing that shit (shhhh), probably keeping it low
Mac Dre put Vallejo on the map first in the bay
You can tell me something good, if you know what to say
A Richmond cat named Filthy Phil made player hating a statement
Then he got even more famous
When he gave it to a cop trying to stop him
On some true bay thug shit, pulled his shit quick and popped him
I watched him on America's Most
I watched him put out a tape called the Manhunt and the nigga got ghost
Mac Dre still doing his thang, instead his Romper Room gang
Was robbing banks, media tried to ruin his name
Got convicted seven years in the feds
And about this time started writing them rhymes
And about this time the year was ninety one
I'm in the studio laying raps only for fun
Selling crack doing strong armed robberies at ATM's
Ninth grade high school always in the gym
My verses getting props in the bleachers
Spitting verbal heaters finna be on the shelf next season
Check the next verse I got more to say
About the real element going down in the bay
Northern California where the rappers crooks
Rappers locked down for years got they fame took
We made game made niggaz put the world in fear
You better know that it's real out here
Spice 1 ninety one ninety two had the east bay shining
Spitting about that killing that jacking and that grinding
Then came 40 I'm tired of being stepped on
Mr. Flamboyant, here our respect come
2pac dropped 2pacalypse now nine one
Brenda got a baby girl my age had a son
Real shit from a real nigga who ya'll mocked
Real game from a real place it's about to be hot
Since Too Short we sold tapes out of the trunk
And we never gave parties without having funk
It was 40 and the click, Dru Down and the Luniz
Too Short and the Dangerous Crew, here come the City
JT and the GLP, RBL Posse, Cougnut, Cellski, and IMP
X-raided out in Sac, Brother Lynch, and C-Bo
Totally Insane, Shawn from Palo Alto
Murder capital nineteen ninety two
You niggaz perpetrate the rhymes I rap are true
One cat on Rap-A-Lot named Seag from the East-O
The bay was on fire recognize it my people
Had deals on the table another verse to write
Let the world know the bay is worthy of the hype
From the bay to Sac, I testify on this track
So we can get back on track as I spit these raps
It's Northern California cranking off the hook
Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look
They juke, hit banks, rank high in the pen
Rest in peace to every one that's not here
X-Raided went to jail, for killing somebody's momma
Up in Sac, with that blood and crip drama
40 selling thousands of records got a deal with Jive
Worth about three point five
Don't give me no bammer weed
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
C-Bo and AWOL playing with change ya'll
Trips to Atlanta, twenty deep on the plane dog
JT hooked four up with EMI
We sat back for a year and we seen him fly
Tupac sentenced for rape in ninety four
After being shot in skandalous ass New York
Master P emerging hard up out of Richmond
Playing real tuff but he's only a sixth man
Luniz really put your eyes on him
When they dissed him on the flip side of five on it
GLP signed in ninety five along with Master P
Things about to change fast as can be
Short gave a picnic in Fairfield
Niggaz busting a thousand people trying to find a shield
Death Row and Southern Cal running the rap game
Niggaz got big deals (while) we fucking off big change
C-Bo in and out of jail parole violating and such
The whole nation is biting our stuff
Farrakhan million man march
Half a million guns spark
Tupac released on bail Shug Knight bought him
He told us the east would hate instead of jocking our style
On radio shows, commercials knocking us down
In the City RBL signed a deal at the end of the nine fifth
Then Mister C from RBL was shot dead
January first nineteen ninety six
And they say the bay isn't sick
Northern California cranking off the hook
Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look
They juke, hit banks, rank high in the pen
Rest in peace to the ones that's not here
Coming strait from Northern California where the rappers crooks
Rappers locked down for years got they fame took
We made dank, made millions put the world in fear
You got to know that it's real out here
In Northern California
im slammin SugaWolf cause he be a straight hog
put on my Abercrombie coat to cope with the bay fog
"Your tri-state ways are shut down by barricades
In fact I pack my bags, and listened to E-40
Mac Mall, C-Bo, and other rappers you don't know"
Drivin down the block; like what else shoulda brotha do?
It's Saturday, it's Saturday, the heat might smothea you
Rollin down my windows, yeah, I have a air conditiona
But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta
Waitin at a red light; Kentucky Fried Chicken and
Low End Theory tape in; bass crazy kickin and
See this Puerto Rican latin chico, rico, suave
in a red Corolla; ay yo, does he wanna play?
See I've been rapping since the Biz Markie, trigga-Treacherous Three days
Kool Moe digga-Dee days, Spoonie Gee days
Furious F-I-V-E days, and the phase of the sheepskin craze
I rhymed in the times of the ain't no day sweeter days
I remember Puma and Adida days
Of the mockneck wearing, bagging females talking days
Paid mad loot for my British Walkers
And if somebody scuffed 'em I'm a snuff 'em
And rough 'em up with loving, and stuff 'em in the oven
At 450 degrees until they tender
Cook 'em, bust 'em open with the lyrics I surrender
I splash on the wack-ass crabs with my juices
Slide up in the night, and tyin' up they nooses
And let 'em hung in the sun 'til the brothers come check 'em
No jive, that's just the way I wreck 'em
[Hook]
I can't stop don't stop rocking to the rhythm
Cause I get down, see I get down, see I
Rock for a while, groove and got style
Great class, debonair, and a vicious profile
[Verse 2]
Fat Boys used to rip 'em with the ha-ha stick 'em
'til Doug E. went and got Slick Rickie D
But if there was a jam anywhere, niggas came and got me
I wind up, see I let it fly free
Let it land where it may, see I got three aces in my hand
I got the high joker, the low joker
So what you gonna do nigga, you can't understand
How I flipped the script and I ripped as I smoked ya
I come from Brooklyn, went to school in Manhattan
The Fat Man from uptown put the Bronx in my rapping
Though money I'm earning cause I'm still learning
That the world will keep spinning, turntables keep turning
My name is known from Brooklyn to Mount Vernon
There's dough in my pocket, but don't you be concerning
Yourself with my physical health, you ain't no hit, player
I can see through you with my Jemini CAT scan
A B C D E F G H I, the J is in the house, not the One the Emini
Who am I? I'm that old funk soul sensational
Shows that I throw is only invitational
You cannot get in with your man and your friends
I'm not bitter, not fazed with the glitter of your Benz
If you remember this you'll be down with the click
Running with one big, bad, bald, black son of a bitch
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
I've seen hotter days, Afrika Bambaataa days
Malcolm McLaren was humming in my larynx
Running through my throat like a Supreme Team note
No one was nicer than Jimmy Spicer when he wrote
Dollar Bill y'all, Dollar Bill y'all
To the B-I double L bill y'all
We used to say "eying", now we say "gat"
We used to say "funky fresh", now we say "phat"
Can you feel that? (Brother, I can fell that)
Now tell me you can feel that (Brother, I can fell that)
Check it out, see rap's been around for ages, it amazes
Those who thought it was a phase it's contagious
It was go East Coast, now it's go West Coast
I don't care where you're from, you don't boast 'til you roast
Four five six niggas with the hair pin triggers
Shorty think he bad cause his man a little bigger
His man started yelling "Shut 'em down, shut 'em down"
So my man started yelling "Shut 'em down, shut 'em down"
His crew started yelling "Shut 'em down"
So all my motherfuckers started yelling "Shut 'em down"
Brooklyn in the house, nigga, don't you forget it
Ill as hell....
'I ain't no fake man for the red hand
It's just my Walkman with instructions from Redman'
And it don't stop, I'm glad cause when JJ Fad hit
Supersonic, it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
Back up at World on Wheels with the rap contest
I used to try and get mine cuz I thought I was fresh
Sound like LL and Shan with my Roxanne rhyme
It might sound wack but it was dope at the time
Geto Boys "Gangsta, Put Me Down" (courtesy of Scarface): "Listening to 'Pac, screaming, 'That's the shit!'"
LL does more in "Boomin' System": "I'll warm it up with Kane/Fight the power with PE/Tell the cops you gots to chiiiiill with EPMD"
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