ANNOUNCER: From the YouTube Theater
Downloaded from YTS.MX
in Inglewood, California,
welcome toA Grammy Salute to 50 Years of Hip Hop,
featuring performances by...
Official YIFY movies site: YTS.MX
...and so many more.
Now, please welcome a two-time Grammy-winning hip-hop icon,
Rock & Roll Hall of Famer and six-time,
always-winning Grammy host LL Cool J.
Welcome, everybody,
to A Grammy Salute to 50 Years of Hip Hop.
Now, are you all ready to celebrate music
that changed the whole world forever?
-[cheering, applause] -Okay.
That's good, because half a century ago,
the hip-hop revolution was definitely not televised.
All right? We've come a long way.
In 1973, the pioneer DJ Kool Herc
DJ'd a back-to-school party
for his little sister Cindy Campbell
on Sedgwick Avenue in the Bronx,
and he became one of hip-hop's first DJs.
Very few people would have predicted that, 50 years later,
hip-hop would rise to this global moment of power.
[cheering, applause]
So, tonight, here in the YouTube Theater in Inglewood...
[cheering, applause]
...just down the street
from where West Coast hip-hop first exploded,
our music is celebrated with its own,
its very own Grammy special.
And we're doing it big with the help
of multiple generations of hip-hop artists
from all over the world.
[cheering, applause]
It's not possible for us to have
every artist here tonight, all right?
But they are represented and they are appreciated.
So, to everyone who set the stage, we thank you,
we respect you and we salute you.
[cheering, applause]
And on that note,
we're gonna start our celebration off tonight
with "Ladies First."
[cheering, applause]
The queens of hip-hop.
Now, on the turntables,
-DJ Spinderella. -[cheering, applause]
Joining her, two-time Grammy nominee Monie Love
and the queen herself, Grammy winner and Grammy host,
one of the greats, Queen Latifah.
[cheering, applause]
♪
-♪ Ooh...♪ -Hip-Hop 50.
Come on. Make some noise, y'all. Let's go.
♪ Ooh♪
-♪ Ladies first...♪ -Come on, let's go.
♪ The ladies will kick it, the rhyme that is wicked♪
♪ Those that don't know how to be pros get evicted♪
♪ A woman can bear you, break you, take you♪
♪ Now it's time to rhyme, can you relate to♪
♪ A sister dope enough to make you holler and scream?♪
-♪ Ayo, let me take it from here, Queen♪ -Come on, Monie. Monie Love!
♪ Excuse me, but I think I'm about do♪
♪ To get into precisely what I am about to do♪
♪ I'm conversating to the folks that have no whatsoever clue♪
♪ So listen very carefully as I break it down for you♪
♪ Merrily, merrily, merrily, hyper-happy, overjoyed♪
♪ Pleased with all the beats and rhymes♪
♪ My sisters have employed, slick and smooth♪
♪ Throwing down the sound, totally a yes, let me state♪
-♪ The position: ladies first, yes?♪ -♪ Yes...♪
Y'all know it. Make some noise!
-Come on, La, come on, La. -♪ Who said that the ladies♪
♪ Couldn't make it, you must be blind♪
♪ If you don't believe, well here, listen to this rhyme♪
-Come on, Queen! -♪ Ladies first♪
♪ There's no time to rehearse, I'm divine and my mind♪
♪ Expands throughout the universe♪
♪ A female rapper with the message♪
♪ To send, the Queen Latifah is a perfect specimen♪
-♪ My sister, can I get some?♪ -♪ What?♪
♪ Sure, Monie Love, grab the mic and get dumb♪
♪ Yo, praise me not for being simply what I am♪
♪ Born in L-O-N-D-O-N and sound American♪
♪ You dig exactly where I'm coming from♪
♪ You want righteous rhyming, I'm-a give you some♪
♪ To enable you to aid yourself and get paid♪
♪ And the material♪
♪ That has no meaning, I wish to slay♪
♪ Pay me every bit of your attention♪
♪ Like mother, like daughter, I would also like to mention♪
♪ I wish for you to bring me to, bring me to the rhythm♪
♪ Of which is now systematically given♪
♪ Desperately stressing I'm the daughter of a sister♪
♪ Who's the mother of a brother who's the brother of another♪
♪ Plus one more, all four♪
♪ Have a job to do, we doing it, respect due♪
♪ To the mother who's the root of it♪
♪ And next up is me, the M-O-N-I-E L-O-V-E♪
♪ And I'm first 'cause I'm a L-A-D-I-E.♪
♪ Let's get back to the old school♪
♪ Let's take it back to the old school♪
-♪ If you're ready for this♪ -[cheering, applause]
You're witnessing the sounds of the first female luminary
to be on a mic ever, Sha-Rock, y'all.
-♪ She's the joint♪ -♪ Do it up, y'all, do-do it up♪
♪ And Sha-Rock is gonna show you how you get real rough♪
♪ Sha-Rock, and I can't be stopped♪
♪ For all the fly guys, I will hit the top♪
♪ Down, get-get-get-get on down♪
♪ I'm the Plus One More and I'm throwing down♪
♪ She's the best female in this here town♪
♪ And everybody knows that I'm golden brown♪
♪ And you know♪
-♪ She's the joint.♪ -♪ My name is Roxanne♪
♪ Don't you know I just a-cold rock a party♪
♪ And I do this show♪
♪ See, I met these three guys, and you know that's true♪
♪ So let me tell you and explain them all to you♪
-Get it. ♪ I met this dude with the name of a hat♪
♪ I didn't even walk away, I didn't give him no rap♪
♪ But then he got real mad, and he got a little tired♪
♪ If he worked for me, you know he would be fired♪
♪ Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me♪
♪ The R-O-X-A-N-N-E?♪
♪ Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me♪
♪ The R-O-X-A-N-N-E?♪
DJ SPINDERELLA: Hold up, represent the West Coast sisters.
-J.J. Fad! -♪ Rhymes like ours could never be stopped♪
♪ See, there's three of us and I know we're fresh♪
♪ Party rockers, nonstoppers, and our names are def♪
♪ See, the J is for "just," the other for "jammin'"♪
♪ The F is for "fresh," A and D, "def"♪
-♪ Baby-D♪ -[beatboxing]
♪ Supersonic♪
♪ Them big everlasting ears♪
-♪ Supersonic♪ -♪ They can hear what I say♪
-♪ Faster than I can say it♪ -♪ Supersonic♪
-♪ They better chill♪ -♪ Rockbox♪
-♪ It's like, it's like♪ -♪ She's supersonic♪
-♪ You ran out of words♪ -♪ Yo, yo, yo♪
-♪ Hit it, Baby-D♪ -♪ I'm light-skinned, devastatin'♪
♪ I know one thing that he is hatin', that's right♪
♪ 'Cause doll, I think I'll take your man and you made him♪
♪ Always rappin', everybody say I'm happy♪
♪ If you try to hang with me, you should finally, truly see♪
♪ A sama lama lama lama doo ma nama seema nama♪
♪ Lama nama doo ma nama lama nama seema nama♪
♪ Lama nama doo a nama nama nama seema lama♪
♪ Lama nama seema nama doo ma nama hama, yeah♪
♪ Yeah♪
-♪ That was it♪ -♪ That's it.♪
♪ Kick this one here for me and my DJ♪
DJ SPINDERELLA: That's right, stand up, Brooklyn.
Stand up, hip-hop. It's MC Lyte!
♪ You can cha-cha-cha to this Mardis Gras♪
♪ I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far♪
♪ And I do get better, the voice gets wetter♪
-♪ Nobody gets hurt♪ -♪ As long as you let her♪
♪ Do my thing with the MC Lyte swing♪
♪ The dopeness I write, I guarantee delight♪
♪ To the hip-hop maniac, the Uptown brainiac♪
♪ In full effect, MC Lyte is back♪
♪ And better than before as if that was possible♪
♪ My competition, you'll find them in the hospital♪
♪ Visiting time, I think it's on a Sunday♪
♪ But notice they only get one day to shine♪
♪ The rest of the week is mine♪
♪ And I'll blind you with the science♪
♪ That the others have yet to find♪
♪ So come along and I'll lead you the right way♪
♪ Just clap your hands to the words I say, come on♪
♪ Kick, kick, kick, kick♪
♪ Kick this one here for me and my DJ.♪
Hey, yo, Grammys, it's time to go all the way up.
-Remy Ma! -♪ Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up♪
-Put it up, put it up! -♪ I'm all the way up♪
♪ Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up♪
♪ Just left the big house to a bigger house♪
♪ Ain't have a girlfriend, but the chick is out♪
♪ Chanel croc bag, it ain't even out♪
♪ With the gold chains, Himalayan Birk' and propane♪
♪ Lit it up, Pac-Pac, I hit 'em up♪
♪ I'm talkin' color money♪
♪ Purple yen and blue dirham♪
♪ I got brown lira, I ain't talkin' 'bout Ross, chick♪
♪ I'm that shorty on Viagra, Miss♪
♪ That means I'm all the way up♪
♪ And you can stay up♪
♪ P.O.s say I can't get high♪
♪ Hopped in the helicopter Uber and said♪
♪ Go all the way up♪
♪ I'm all the way up♪
♪ Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up.♪
This your queens holding it down for us!
-Ladies! Go, Latto! -I'm feeling brand-new.
♪ Rip me out the plastic, I been actin' brand-new♪
♪ Actin' like they runnin' it, they really ran through♪
♪ I'll spend that 500 'fore I ever trap you♪
♪ They thought I was gonna fall off♪
♪ I hate to bring you bad news♪
♪ Threw so many racks, a ...♪
♪ Can't even see the floor♪
♪ From Atlanta to L.A.♪
♪ The only time I'm back and forth♪
♪ Cheap ... make you pick, rich ...♪
♪ Gave the Bentley to valet♪
♪ And let that ... drive the boat, hold on♪
♪ Let me pop off, leave the club sloppy drunk♪
♪ Come home and get my rocks off♪
♪ Heard "... from Da Souf," he trying to see me♪
♪ Knock his socks off♪
♪ Told them ... "Meet me at the top"♪
♪ Think they got lost, I'm on go like Grizz♪
♪ I don't know what y'all been told♪
♪ Bet yo' mans know, if you don't♪
♪ What's happenin'?♪
♪ Ladies first.♪
DJ SPINDERELLA: Where my queens at?
I need my royalty to the stage right now.
-All my ladies representing hip-hop. -♪ U.N.I.T.Y.♪
♪ That's a unity...♪
50 years, Grammys. 50 years.
-♪ Love a Black woman from a♪ -♪ Who you calling a bitch?♪
♪ Uh, come on, here we go♪
♪ U.N.I.T.Y., that's a unity♪
♪ U.N.I.T.Y.♪
♪ Love a Black woman from infinity to infinity♪
-♪ U.N.I.T.Y.♪ -♪ You got to let him know♪
-♪ U.N.I.T.Y.♪ -♪ Come on, here we go♪
-♪ U.N.I.T.Y.♪ -♪ You got to let him know♪
♪ A Black woman from a bitch or a ho♪
♪ A bitch.♪
[cheering, applause]
QUEEN LATIFAH: Respect and protect
the Black woman.
DJ SPINDERELLA: Yeah! Yeah!
-♪ Here we go♪ -♪ U.N.I.T.Y.♪
ANNOUNCER: Coming up next, Chloe Bailey
introduces an all-star salute to the South,
featuring Jermaine Dupri
Jeezy, T.I.,
Uncle Luke, Three 6 Mafia and more.
Plus, performances from hip-hop legends
Queen Latifah, Public Enemy,
Common, Chance the Rapper,
Yo-Yo, E-40,
Big Daddy Kane, Rakim,
2 Chainz and Rick Ross.
And, later, Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince take the stag.
Stick around, y'all.
A Grammy Salute to 50 Years of Hip Hop
is just getting started.
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ANNOUNCER: Hailing from the ATL,
it's Grammy-nominated Chloe Bailey.
[cheering, applause]
50 years ago, when hip-hop started,
it was all about East Coast and West Coast.
But then the Dirty South entered the chat.
OutKast and the Dungeon Family
changed the look and the sound of the South,
while Killer Mike spoke out with a powerful call to action.
Southern rap is responsible for subgenres like
Miami bass, crunk, trap and snap,
and creating anthems like...
♪ Snap your fingers♪
♪ Do your step♪
♪ You can do it all by yourself♪
♪ Let me see you do it♪
AUDIENCE: Hey!
Curated by the forever mayor of the ATL,
Grammy award winner, producer and rapper,
Jermaine Dupri.
[cheering, applause]
It's DJ Greg Street and the Grammy-nominated Jeezy.
But it's like this though.
I'm tired of folks, you know what I'm saying?
Them closed-minded folks, you know what I'm saying?
It's like we got a demo tape and don't nobody wanna hear it,
but it's like this: the South got somethin' to say.
That's all I got to say.
-["Put On" by Jeezy plays] -Let's go, Grammys!
A Salute to 50 Years of Hip Hop!
♪ I put on♪
It's time for Greg Street to rock! Let's get it!
♪ I put on♪
What's up?
♪ I put on for my city♪
♪ On-on for my city♪
♪ I put on for my city♪
♪ On-on for my city♪
♪ I put on for my city, on-on for my city♪
♪ I put on for my city♪
Let's go, yo!
♪ When they see me off in traffic♪
♪ They say, "Jeezy on some other ..."♪
♪ Send them...♪
♪ Runnin' straight back to the dealership♪
♪ Me, I'm in my spaceship♪
♪ That's right, I work for NASA♪
♪ This FNH is not a fraud♪
♪ Call that thing my bodyguard♪
♪ "Call that there your bodyguard?"♪
♪ Yeah, that's my bodyguard♪
♪ Look, wear a lot of jewelry♪
♪ Young don't do security♪
♪ What's whiter than a napkin♪
♪ Harder than a dinner plate♪
♪ If you want it, come and get it♪
♪ You know I stay super straight♪
♪ Ran up in my spots♪
♪ And now I'm working out the Super 8♪
♪ Know you boys are hungry♪
♪ Come and get a super plate♪
♪ Y'all sing happy birthday♪
♪ Yeah, I got that super cake♪
♪ Hundred karat bracelet♪
♪ I use it like some super bait♪
♪ I put on for my city♪
♪ On-on for my city♪
♪ I put on for my city♪
♪ On-on for my city♪
-♪ Put on♪ -♪ Eastside♪
-♪ Put on♪ -♪ Southside♪
-♪ Put on♪ -♪ Westside♪
-♪ Put on♪ -Let's go!
[cheering, applause]
If you don't respect that now,
oh, you gonna respect that hustle, pup.
♪ Okay, now♪
♪ What you know about that?♪
♪ Hey, don't you know I got kis by the three♪
♪ When I chirp, shawty chirp back♪
♪ Louis knapsack where I'm holding all the work at♪
♪ What you know about that? What you know about that?♪
♪ What you know about that?♪
♪ Hey, I know all about that♪
♪ Loaded .44 on the low, where the cheese at?♪
♪ Fresh off the jet to the 'jects where the G's at♪
♪ What you know about that? What you know about that?♪
♪ Hey, what you know about that?♪
♪ I know all about that♪
♪ See me in your city, sitting pretty♪
♪ Know I'm shining, dawg♪
♪ Riding with a couple Latin broads♪
♪ And a China doll♪
♪ You know how we ball♪
♪ Riding in shiny cars♪
♪ Walk in designer malls♪
♪ Buy everything we saw♪
♪ You know about me, dawg♪
♪ Don't talk about me, dawg♪
♪ And if you doubt me, dawg♪
♪ You better out me, dawg♪
♪ I'm throwed off slightly, bruh♪
♪ Don't wanna fight me, bruh♪
♪ I'm fast as lightning, bruh♪
♪ You better use your Nikes, bruh♪
♪ Know you don't like me 'cause♪
♪ Your chick most likely does♪
♪ She see me on them dubs♪
♪ In front of every club♪
♪ I be on dro, I'm buzzed♪
♪ Gave every ho a hug♪
♪ Hey, you don't show me mugs♪
♪ Don't you know I got♪
♪ Kis by the three♪
♪ When I chirp, shawty chirp back♪
♪ Louis knapsack where I'm holding all the work at♪
♪ What you know about that?♪
♪ Hold up, now, what you know about that?♪
♪ Now what you know about that?♪
♪ I know all about that.♪
It's the king, bitch!
BUN B: Representing the great state of Texas,
Port Arthur to be exact.
And it's still UGK for life! Long live Pimp C!
Let's go!
♪ Baby, you been rollin' solo♪
♪ Time to get down with the team♪
♪ The grass is greener on that other side♪
♪ You know what I mean♪
♪ I'll show you things you never seen♪
♪ The seven wonders of the world♪
♪ And I can make you the eighth♪
♪ If you wanna be my girl♪
♪ When I say my girl, I don't mean my woman♪
♪ That ain't my style♪
♪ Need a real street stalker♪
♪ To walk a green mile♪
♪ We piling up the paper on the dining room table♪
♪ You able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable♪
♪ We rocking Russian sable♪
♪ Keep that 'chilla on the rack♪
♪ What I look like with some thousand dollar♪
♪ Work up on my back?♪
♪ I'm a million dollar mack♪
♪ Need a billion dollar chick♪
♪ Put my pimpin' in your life, and watch ya daddy get rich♪
♪ Easy as A, B, C, simple as 1, 2, 3♪
♪ Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C, B-U-N B♪
♪ 'Cause what's a ho with no pimp♪
♪ And what's a pimp with no pros?♪
♪ Don't be a lame♪
♪ You know the game and how it goes♪
♪ We tryna get chose.♪
-Memphis, Tennessee! -Big Glo!
-♪ But I say they can't♪ -Big Glo!
♪ All the time, all the time♪
♪ Just like the air, I'm everywhere♪
-♪ How you say it though?♪ -♪ Poppin'♪
♪ You would think I went to school♪
♪ For chiropractin'♪
♪ Looking good as hell today♪
♪ Just sent my ... five attachments♪
♪ Why did you confront me about a ...♪
♪ Man, you women's backwards♪
♪ They come at me 'bout ...♪
♪ Who I don't even find attractive♪
♪ I don't know that ...♪
♪ I just seened him♪
♪ On the town before♪
♪ I can't be up in her face♪
♪ I took her ... down before♪
♪ When I lose one♪
♪ I just pop out and go find some more♪
♪ Soon as I feel like my time get wasted♪
♪ Then it's time to go♪
♪ They say they don't mess with me♪
♪ But I say they can't ...♪
♪ Just like the air, I'm everywhere♪
-♪ How you say♪ -♪ It's up with me?♪
♪ Them ... should've stayed down♪
♪ They could've been up with me♪
♪ But all they doin' is talkin' down♪
♪ 'Cause they can't get up with me♪
♪ My ex messin' with my old friend♪
♪ Both of them some ...♪
♪ Thinkin' that she got one up on me♪
-♪ She got my♪ -♪ Hand-me-downs♪
♪ He thought he wasn't gon' have to stand on nothin'♪
♪ Like he was handicap♪
♪ Make that ... stand on that♪
♪ Now his ... can't stand me now♪
♪ High as hell, I'm lit, I don't smoke no♪
♪ Swishers♪
♪ Slidin' with my gang and 'nem♪
-♪ Look at them like♪ -♪ Sisters♪
♪ These bitches be lettin' them go out sad about these ...♪
♪ I don't wanna hang with them♪
-♪ They don't handle♪ -♪ Business♪
♪ They be goin' for anything♪
-♪ But I can't go for♪ -♪ None of that♪
♪ Why would I go chase you♪
-♪ If I know you gon' come♪ -♪ Running back♪
♪ Cut everybody off, lately been feelin' like♪
♪ The lumberjack♪
♪ They really had me messed up♪
-♪ And I wasn't goin' for♪ -♪ None of that♪
♪ She the type, that ... make her mad♪
-♪ She go and tweet somethin'♪ -♪ Me, I'm kinda ratchet♪
-♪ Still so I'm the type♪ -♪ To beat somethin'♪
♪ I can't love you, baby, like your girl do♪
♪ So don't leave her♪
♪ He gon' choose her every time 'cause it's cheaper♪
♪ To keep her♪
♪ Can't say your name up in my songs♪
-♪ Might not ...♪ -♪ With you tomorrow♪
♪ Can get my feelings hurt today♪
♪ I won't give no ... tomorrow♪
♪ Ain't messed up 'bout no credit score♪
♪ I might be rich as ... tomorrow♪
♪ Every day the sun won't shine♪
♪ But that's why I love tomorrows.♪
-Yes! -For the first time, it's going down.
Get up out your seats, get up out your seats!
New Three 6 Mafia!
♪ Oh-oh, hey, hey, hey, hey♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey♪
♪ We gotta stay♪
♪ Fly, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh♪
-♪ Let's go♪ -♪ Till I die♪
♪ Ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie♪
♪ We gotta stay♪
♪ Fly, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh♪
♪ Till I die-ie-ie-ie♪
-♪ Ie-ie, ie-ie, ie♪ -♪ What, what, what♪
♪ They call me the Juice, so you know I'm-a stunt♪
♪ Riding in the car with some bump in the trunk♪
♪ Tone in my lap and you know it's a pump♪
♪ Breaking down the good green, rolling the blunt♪
♪ Ghetto pimp type, girls say I'm the man♪
♪ Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chain♪
♪ Riding through the hood, got me gripping the grain♪
♪ And I'm sipping the same while I'm changing the lane♪
♪ Eyes real tight, 'cause I'm choking the green♪
♪ Vision messed up 'cause I'm drinking the lean♪
♪ Messing with a D-boy, riding them big toys♪
♪ Make your main gal wanna get on my team♪
♪ She gotta give it up 'fore she get in my car♪
♪ I ain't Denzel but I know I'm a star♪
♪ 'Cause when I'm in the club, I be back in the fog♪
♪ In the VIP part and be buying the bar♪
-♪ Let's go♪ -♪ DJ Paul is a dog♪
♪ One you do not trust♪
♪ You leave your green around me♪
♪ Your green gon' get lit up♪
♪ You leave your drank around me♪
♪ Believe your drank gon' get drunk up♪
♪ You leave your girl around me♪
♪ If she bad, she's gonna get stuck♪
♪ These ... is spies, we live them lives♪
♪ And keep them eyes tight♪
♪ Riding 'round what they like♪
♪ Make a couple nuns a couple of ...♪
♪ So purple, purple, purple♪
♪ And swallow it down♪
♪ With the yurple, the yurple, the yurple♪
-♪ It's going down♪ -♪ We gotta stay.♪
♪ After the party it's the waffle house♪
♪ If you ever been here♪
♪ You know what I'm talkin' about♪
♪ Where people don't dance♪
♪ All they do is this♪
♪ And after the original♪
-♪ You know what it is♪ -♪ Welcome to Atlanta♪
♪ Remix, it had to go down♪
♪ I got something else to tell you about the new Motown♪
♪ Where people don't visit, they move out here♪
♪ And ain't no tellin' who you might see♪
♪ Up in Lenox Square♪
♪ I don't know about you♪
♪ But I miss the FreakNik♪
♪ 'Cause that's when my city used to be real sick♪
♪ People from other cities♪
♪ Used to drive for miles♪
♪ Just to come and get a taste♪
♪ Of this ATL style♪
♪ I'm the MBP, most ballinest player♪
♪ Make my own moves♪
♪ Call me the mayor♪
♪ Monday night, Gentlemen's Club♪
♪ Tuesday night♪
♪ I'm up in the Velvet Room getting ...♪
♪ Wednesday♪
♪ I'm at Strokers on lean♪
♪ Thursday, jump clean, then I fall up in Kream♪
♪ Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski♪
♪ Right on the flo' is where you can find me♪
♪ Saturday is off the heezy fo' sheezy♪
-♪ You can find me, where?♪ -♪ Up in One-Tweezy♪
♪ Sunday, that's when I get my sleep in♪
♪ 'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla.♪
♪ 'Cause I'm on, wipe me down♪
Let's go, Boosie!
♪ 'Cause I'm on, wipe me down♪
♪ I'm clean, I'm fresh♪
♪ I'm feeling refreshed, I'm feeling good♪
-♪ 'Cause I'm on, wipe me down♪ -Boosie!
♪ 'Cause I'm on, wipe me down♪
♪ ' Cause I'm on, wipe me down♪
You know my name. Let's go.
♪ B-O-O-S-I-E♪
♪ B-A-D-A-Z-Z♪
-♪ That's me♪ -♪ Wipe me down♪
♪ Redbones, caramels, all of 'em stop and stare♪
♪ All of 'em tryna steal my underwear♪
-♪ Wipe me down♪ -♪ I like to floss like Rick Ross♪
♪ Got a hit called "Set It Off"♪
♪ When I sing it, everybody set it off♪
-♪ Wipe me down♪ -♪ Black mink, man, don't play with me♪
♪ I bust your dome, eight whips on chrome♪
-♪ You can go on and♪ -♪ Wipe me down♪
♪ Fresh fade, fresh J's, on the corner playing Spades♪
♪ I'm an ordinary person but I'm paid♪
-♪ Wipe me down♪ -♪ Foxx flipping, Webbie smokin'♪
♪ Now we choking on a whole pound of purple♪
♪ Famous like the Ninja Turtles♪
-♪ Wipe me down♪ -♪ Just left New York City♪
♪ Hooked up with P. Diddy♪
♪ Finna blow past 50, you gon' have to♪
-♪ Wipe me down♪ -♪ We the best, I'm a fool♪
♪ I'm the Hemi man, red light, green light, yellow light♪
-♪ 'Cause I'm on♪ -♪ Wipe me down♪
-♪ ' Cause I'm on, 'cause I'm on♪ -♪ Wipe me down♪
-♪ Wipe me down, wipe me down♪ -♪ 'Cause I'm on♪
-♪ Wipe me down♪
♪ 'Cause I'm on♪ -Let's go!
♪ Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes♪
♪ Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes.♪
-[overlapping chatter] -Who comin'?
-Who comin'? Who comin'? -[cheering, applause]
Who comin'? Who comin'?
-Who comin'? -♪ Right, right, right, right♪
-Three, two, one! -Let's go!
♪ Beat that fine move♪
♪ Pop suckas rock too♪
♪ My brothers no good♪
♪ Ain't nothin' but her so good♪
♪ Trick Daddy in the house♪
♪ Disrespect, watch your mouth♪
♪ She eat all D♪
♪ And yours truly, Captain D♪
♪ Let me see you pop that thang♪
♪ Shake that, doo doo brown♪
-You want to rock? -You want to rock?
You want to rock? You want to rock?
-You want to rock? -Everybody, go.
♪ Put your hands up, go♪
♪ Put your hands up♪
♪ Let me hear you say, "Head, head and more head"♪
♪ Now you say♪
-♪ Head, head and more head♪ -♪ Let me hear you say♪
♪ Head, head and more head♪
-♪ Now you say it♪ -♪ Head, head and more head♪
♪ Let me hear you say♪
-♪ Doo doo brown♪ -♪ Doo doo brown♪
-♪ Doo doo brown♪
-♪ Doo doo brown♪ -♪ Doo doo brown♪
Hey, everybody stand up. Stand up, the South in the building.
♪ We got to shake them thangs, baby♪
♪ Shake your thang, baby♪
♪ Shake, shake your thang, baby♪
♪ Shake your thang, baby♪
♪ Pop, pop that thang, baby♪
♪ Pop that thang, baby, pop, pop, pop that thang♪
♪ Pop, pop that thang, baby♪
-♪ Don't stop, get it, get it♪ -♪ Don't stop♪
-♪ Get it, get it♪ -♪ Don't stop♪
-♪ Get it, get it, get it, get it♪ -♪ Don't stop♪
-♪ Get it, get it♪
-♪ Don't stop♪ -♪ Get it, get it♪
-♪ Don't stop, don't stop♪ -♪ Get it, get it♪
Yeah!
We are the South, baby. Uh!
[cheering, applause]
Uncle Luke!
ANNOUNCER: Still to come on
A Grammy Salute to 50 Years of Hip Hop--
the legendary Public Enemy takes the stage.
And later, we celebrate the West Coast
with Warren G, Too Short and E-40,
when the50 Years of Hip Hop celebration continues.
This is CBS.
I can point to a few moments
where I really internalized hip-hop
as a default language I wanted to write in.
The one that got me from just enjoying
and appreciating and debating hip-hop
into writing for the first time was an album called
Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde by The Pharcyde.
And that song, "Passing Me By" came out.
-♪ Secretly admired her, wired her a letter♪ -♪ A letter♪
♪ To get her and it went, "My dear, my dear, my dear♪
♪ "You do not know me, but I know you very well♪
♪ "And let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you♪
♪ "When I try or make some sort of attempt, I simp♪
♪ "Damn, I wish I wasn't such a wimp♪
♪ "Because then I would let you know that I love you so♪
♪ "And if I was your man, then I would be true♪
♪ The only lying I would do is in the bed with you."♪
I mean, it's like-- It's great. It's great.
♪
Hip-hop is truly at its best when it informs and entertains.
And no one, not a Nation of Millions,
could ever stop these truth-tellers
from changing the language and the sound of hip-hop forever.
Here to bring the noise,
joined by six-time Grammy winner Questlove,
Grammy Lifetime Achievement honorees Public Enemy.
[cheering, applause]
♪ Are you ready?♪
♪ One, one, one, one♪
-♪ One♪ -♪ One, one, one, hoo-hah♪
-♪ Back, caught you looking for the same thing♪ -Back! Yeah!
-♪ It's a new thing, check out this I bring♪ -Yeah!
-♪ Uh-oh, the roll below the level cause I'm livin' low♪ -Yeah!
-♪ Next to the bass, turn up the radio♪ -Come on!
-♪ They claiming I'm a criminal, but now I wonder how♪ -Yeah!
-♪ Some people never know♪ -Yeah!
-♪ The enemy could be their friend, guardian♪ -Yeah!
-♪ I'm not a hooligan, I rock the party and♪ -Yeah!
-♪ Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist♪ -Yeah!
-♪ Preach to teach to all♪ -♪ 'Cause, some, they never had this♪
-♪ Number one, not born to run, about the gun♪ -Yeah!
-♪ I wasn't licensed to have one♪ -Yeah!
-♪ The minute they see me, fear me♪ -Yeah!
-♪ I'm the epitome of public enemy, used, abused♪ -Yeah!
-♪ Without clues, I refuse to blow a fuse♪ -Yeah!
♪ They even had it on the news♪
-♪ Don't believe the hype, don't♪ -Don't believe the what?
-♪ Don't, don't believe the hype♪ -Don't believe the what?
-♪ Don't, don't, don't, don't♪ -What? What?
-♪ Don't believe the hype.♪ -Come on, y'all.
["Night of the Living Baseheads" playing]
Check it out.
Put your hands in the air. Come on, y'all.
-Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! -Go! Go! Go! Go!
-Go! Go! Go! -Go! Go! Go!
-Go! Go! Go! Go! -Go! Go! Go! Go!
-Go! Go! Go! -Go! Go! Go!
-Go! -Go! Go!
-Go! Go! Go! Go! -Go!
-Go! Go! Go! Go! -Go! Go! Go! Go!
All right, we're gonna fight the power, y'all.
If you can get up, come on! Go!
Come on!
Everybody, let me hear you say hey!
-AUDIENCE: Hey! -♪ Oh♪
♪ 2023♪
♪ The number, another summer♪
-Get down! -♪ Hey, sound of the funky drummer♪
♪ Music hitting your heart 'cause I know you got soul♪
-Brothers and sisters! -♪ Hey, listen if you're missing, y'all♪
-♪ Swinging while I'm singing, giving what I get♪ -Hey!
♪ Knowing what I know, while the Black bands sweating♪
♪ And the rhythm rhymes rolling♪
-♪ Got to give us what we want♪ -[grunts]
-♪ Got to give us what we need♪ -Hey!
♪ Our freedom of speech is freedom or death♪
♪ We got to fight the powers that be, let me hear you say♪
-♪ Fight the power♪ -Y'all got to fight the what, y'all?
-♪ Let me hear you say♪ -♪ Fight the power♪
-♪ You got to fight the power♪ -♪ Fight the power♪
-♪ Let me hear you say♪ -♪ Fight the power♪
-♪ Y'all got to fight the power♪ -♪ Fight the power♪
-♪ Let me hear you say♪ -♪ Fight the power♪
♪ Hey, we've got to fight♪
♪ The powers that be.♪
♪ I got so much trouble on my mind♪
-♪ Refuse to lose♪ -Hey!
♪ Here's your ticket♪
-Yo! -♪ Hear the drummer get wicked♪
-Come on! -Yo, Chuck.
These honey drippers are still frontin' on us.
Show 'em that we can do this!
We always knew this. Ha-ha!
Yeah, boy!
♪ Bass, how low can you go?♪
♪ Death row, what a brother know♪
♪ Once again, back is the incredible♪
-♪ Rhyme animal, the uncannable♪ -D!
♪ Public Enemy number one, five-O said♪
-Freeze! -♪ And I got numb♪
♪ Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?♪
♪ But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun♪
♪ Now they got me in a cell, 'cause my records♪
♪ They sell, 'cause a brother like me said, "Well"♪
♪ Farrakhan's a prophet I think you ought to listen to♪
♪ What he can say to you, what you ought to do♪
♪ Is follow for now, power, the people say♪
-♪ Make a miracle, pump the lyrical, black is back♪ -D!
-♪ All in, we're gonna win, check it out♪ -Yeah, yo, come on!
♪ Here we go again, turn it up♪ Turn it up, y'all!
Come on, y'all! ♪ Bring the noise♪
-♪ Get down, get down♪ -♪ Come on, come on♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah♪
-♪ You got to♪ -♪ So turn it up♪
-Hey! -Yo, Chuck! They saying
-we too Black, man! -Bring the noise!
I don't understand what they sayin', but little do they know
-they can get a smack for that, man! -♪ Never badder♪
♪ Than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad♪
♪ At the fact it's corrupt like a senator♪
♪ Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope♪
♪ 'Cause the beats and the lines are so dope♪
♪ Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music♪
♪ That the critics are all blasting me for♪
-♪ They'll never care for the♪ -♪ Brothers and sisters♪
♪ 'Cause the country has us up for the war♪
-♪ We got to get 'em straight♪ -Come on now!
-♪ They're gonna have to wait♪ -♪ Till we get it right♪
♪ Radio stations, I question their Blackness♪
♪ They call themselves Black, but we'll see♪
♪ If they'll play this♪
-♪ Turn it up!♪ -Turn it up, y'all!
Let's bring the noise!
Get this party started right. Come on, y'all!
Hey!
[cheering, applause]
♪
♪ One, one, one, hoo-hah.♪
ANNOUNCER: MusiCares, through their new program,
Humans of Hip Hop,
provides tailored support and resources
to music professionals who give hip-hop to the world.
Learn more and get involved at MusiCares.org.
Coming up, we see how the West Coast rocks
as YG, Tyga and DJ Quik headlie
a performance of Westside icon.
We celebrate the Native Tongues' contributin
with a stellar performance of lyrical legends.
And, later, DJ Jazzy Jeff
& the Fresh Prince bring in a brand-new funk.
A Grammy Salute to 50 Years of Hip Hop continues.
This is CBS.
ANNOUNCER: To introduce our Grammy salute
to West Coast hip-hop,
-Seth Rogen. -[cheering, applause]
Hello! Everybody, how are you?
I'm so thrilled to introduce our tribute to West Coast rap,
which started just down the road from here in Compton,
up north in Oakland,
in Vallejo and all over the Wild Wild West.
Here to kick it off with some G-funk,
it's DJ Battlecat
and the great, Grammy-nominated Mr. Warren G!
-[cheering, applause] -West Coast, stand up right now!
♪ Regulators!♪
This is the legendary DJ Battlecat.
-West Coast, stand up, people! -♪ Mount up♪
♪ It was a clear black night, a clear white moon♪
♪ Warren G was on the streets tryin' to consume♪
♪ Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk♪
♪ Rollin' in my ride, chillin' all alone♪
♪ Just hit the Eastside of the LBC♪
♪ On a mission tryna find Mr. Warren G♪
♪ Seen a car full of girls♪
♪ You know what?♪
♪ All you skirts know what's up with 213♪
♪ So, I hooks a left on 21 and Lewis♪
♪ Some brothers shootin' dice, so I said "Let's do this"♪
♪ I jumped out the ride and said "What's up?"♪
♪ Some brothers pulled some gats, so I said "I'm stuck"♪
-♪ Some girls peepin' me♪ -♪ I'm-a glide and swerve♪
♪ These hookers lookin' so hard♪
♪ They straight hit the curb♪
♪ Onto bigger, better things♪
♪ Than some horny tricks♪
♪ I see my homie and some suckas all in his mix♪
♪ I'm gettin' jacked, I'm breakin' myself♪
♪ I can't believe they're takin' Warren's wealth♪
♪ They took my rings, they took my Rolex♪
♪ I looked at the brothers, said "Damn, what's next?"♪
♪ They got homie hemmed up and they all around♪
♪ Can't none of them see him if they goin'♪
♪ Straight pound-for-pound♪
♪ You know what?♪
♪ I best pull out my strap and lay them bustas down♪
♪ They got guns to my head, I think I'm goin' down♪
♪ I can believe it's happenin' in my own town♪
♪ If I had wings I would fly♪
♪ Let me contemplate♪
♪ I glanced in the cut and I see my homie Nate♪
-♪ 16 in the clip♪ -♪ And one in the hole, Nate Dogg♪
♪ Is about to make some bodies turn cold♪
♪ Hey, now they droppin' and yellin'♪
♪ It's a tad bit late♪
♪ Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate.♪
♪ And now I can show you how the West Coast rocks♪
♪ Bay Area♪
♪ Bay Area, stand up♪
♪ West Coast, let's go♪
♪ Let's go♪
♪ The Luniz, let's get it, baby♪
♪ Playa, me some brew and I might just chill♪
♪ But I'm the type that likes to light another joint♪
♪ Like Cypress Hill♪
♪ I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it♪
♪ I got some bucks on it♪
-♪ But it ain't enough on it♪ -♪ What you need?♪
♪ And they know they got to pitch in♪
♪ Then I roll a joint♪
♪ That's longer than your extension♪
♪ Because I'll be damned if you get high off me for free♪
♪ Hell no, you got to bring your own spliff, G♪
♪ I got five on it♪
♪ I can't hear y'all♪
♪ I got five on it♪
-♪ What?♪ -♪ Huh?♪
♪ I can't hear y'all♪
♪ I got five on it♪
♪ It got me stuck and I'm tore back♪
-♪ I got five on it♪ -♪ Got it, good♪
♪ Homies, let's go half on a sack.♪
♪ Rage in effect, you know how it is♪
♪ Lady of Rage!♪
♪ I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs♪
♪ Rage, come on with your bad self♪
♪ I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs♪
♪ Hey, come on with your bad self♪
♪ I rock on with my bad self 'cause it's a must♪
♪ It's the Lady of Rage still kickin' up dust♪
♪ So, um, let me loosen up my bra strap♪
♪ And, um, let me boost ya with my raw rap♪
♪ 'Cause I'm-a break it down to the nitty-gritty one time♪
♪ When it comes to the lyrics, I get busy with mine♪
♪ Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a♪
♪ This grand diva's runnin' ... with the speed of a cheetah♪
♪ Meet a lyrical murderer♪
♪ I'm serving 'em like two scoops of chocolate♪
♪ Check out how I rock it♪
♪ I'm the one that's throwin' bolos, ya better roll a Rolo♪
♪ To find out I'm the number one solo, uh♪
♪ The capital R-A, now take it to the G-E♪
♪ I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me♪
♪ I flow like a monthly, you can't cramp my style♪
♪ For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin, child♪
♪ No need to say mo', check the flow♪
♪ Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know♪
♪ I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs♪
♪ Hey, hey♪
-♪ Hey, come on♪ -♪ Rock on, with ya bad self♪
♪ I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs♪
♪ Rage, rock on with ya bad self.♪
["Who Do You Love?" by YG plays]
Yes, sir!
♪ Y'all got Mustard in the building♪
-♪ I'm that G with the plugs♪ -♪ What he say?♪
♪ I'm that homie that be sellin' drugs♪
♪ I'm that hitter on the back street♪
♪ With the fat heat, they better run like athletes♪
-♪ I'm that ..., I'm that ...♪ -♪ Say what?♪
♪ My Bank of America account got six figures♪
♪ I'm that hitter on the block♪
♪ The police pull up♪
♪ I'm tryna stash the Glock♪
♪ Uh, you that ... on the low-low♪
♪ You that ..., ghetto boy that be talkin' to the po-po♪
♪ Uh, my Porsche sittin' on Forgis♪
♪ Hold up, hold up♪
♪ ... can't afford these♪
♪ My Panamera ... on your 9-11♪
♪ That's right♪
♪ I call my homies, not 9-11♪
♪ That's right♪
♪ I'm that ... with the juice♪
♪ But I'll never do my ... like-- oh!♪
♪ Who do you love?♪
♪ What, what, hey♪
♪ Hey, tell me, who do you love?♪
♪ Yeah, 50 years of hip-hop, yo♪
♪ Hey, who do you love?♪
-["Rack City" by Tyga plays] -♪ Rack, rack city♪
♪ Tell me what we doing, Tyga♪
♪ Rack city, rack rack city♪
♪ Ten, ten, ten, twenties on your ...♪
♪ 100 deep, VIP, no guest list♪
♪ T-Raw, you don't know who you ... with♪
♪ Got my other chick hugging on my other chick♪
♪ Hugging all night, we ain't celibate♪
♪ Say I'm too dope, I ain't sellin' it♪
♪ Raw fresher than a ... peppermint♪
♪ Gold lettermans, last king killin' ...♪
♪ Rack city chick, rack rack city.♪
♪ I put new Forgis on the Jeep♪
♪ I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath♪
♪ Boy, 'cause all my ... got it out the streets♪
-♪ That's right♪ -♪ I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans♪
♪ I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team♪
♪ Now a ... can't answer calls because I'm ballin'♪
♪ I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning♪
-♪ Put your hands in the air♪ -♪ I was broke, now I'm rich deep♪
♪ What you say, South Side?♪
♪ All this designer on my body got me drip, drip♪
♪ Okay, straight up out the Yajects, I'm a big ...♪
♪ If I got a pint of lean, I'm-a sip, sip♪
♪ I run the racks up with my queen like London and Nip♪
♪ But I got rich on all these ..., I didn't forget♪
♪ I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget♪
-♪ I hopped inside of the Maybach and now I can sit♪ -♪ What you say?♪
♪ Want me now, because I got them big racks♪
♪ I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that♪
-♪ Young ... on the corner♪ -♪ I had to serve♪
-♪ Uncle fronted me some Ps, had to get it♪ -♪ That's right♪
♪ We came up on dirty money, I gave it a♪
-♪ That's right♪ -♪ Cut off the brain and I gave my ... a new coupe♪
♪ Either you from the Yah Gang or you're ...♪
♪ Got a New Orleans ..., man, that ... voodoo♪
-♪ And all the ...♪ -♪ West Coast, stand up♪
♪ I put the new Forgis on the Jeep♪
-♪ That's right♪ -♪ I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath♪
-♪ Why?♪ -♪ 'Cause all my ... got it off the street♪
-♪ That's right♪ -♪ I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans♪
♪ I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team♪
♪ Now a ... can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'♪
♪ I was wakin' up, getting' racks in the morning♪
♪ I was broke, now I'm rich, these ... salty♪
♪ Hey, hey.♪
["Tonite" by DJ Quik plays]
♪ Compton in the house, y'all♪
♪ DJ Quik♪
♪ I dedicate this show to Tracee Ellis Ross♪
♪ Here we go♪
♪
[cheering]
♪ Yo, a day in the life of a player named Quik♪
♪ I'm just a stubborn ... with a head like a brick♪
♪ And just because I drink the eight♪
♪ They say that I'm hopeless♪
♪ But I don't really care, so blame it on the loc-ness♪
♪ Now this is how we do it when we checkin' a grip♪
♪ Y'all in the house, so don't even trip♪
♪ With some funky compositions as smooth as a prism♪
♪ So check it while I kick it to this funky-ass rhythm♪
♪ It's Friday morning, the phone is ringin' off the hook♪
♪ And Hi-C is in the den♪
♪ Reviewin' rhymes in his notebook♪
♪ Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack♪
♪ I pick up the phone, it's AMG♪
♪ What's up, Quik?♪
♪ He said he's coming down about 2:00 on the dot♪
♪ So I'm about to rush the tub while my water's still hot♪
♪ And now I'm soakin'
♪ A brother like the devastatin' DJ Quik ain't jokin'♪
♪ Mess with me on DSP and you'll get broken♪
♪ My name is Quik, but you can call me daddy♪
♪ Yo, open up the door 'cause here come Freakman in a Caddy♪
♪ Now Freaky's in the El-Dog, Shabby's in the El-Co♪
♪ And everybody's sippin' on a quart♪
♪ Here we go♪
♪ D just came with a forty and a quart♪
♪ In addition to the three that Shabby just bought♪
♪ But I don't wanna start early, so I just might♪
♪ Put my forty in the freezer 'cause I wanna get bent♪
♪ Tonite♪
♪ Hell yeah, when we gonna get bent?♪
-♪ Tonite♪ -♪ Chuck D♪
♪ What?♪
♪ When we gonna get bent?♪
BATTLECAT: ♪ Give it up for Yo-Yo♪
♪ Yo-Yo, step to the front of the stage♪
♪ What up with it? What up, Yo-Yo?♪
♪ West Side, baby♪
♪ You can't play with my Yo-Yo♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo♪
♪ Don't try to play me out, don't try to play me out♪
BATTLECAT: Yeah, come on, West Coast, Inglewood!
♪ Don't try to play me out♪
♪ My name is Yo-Yo, I'm not a ho, no♪
♪ I like to flow so swift, it's got to be a ...♪
♪ Let the beat lift, as I rip and rhyme♪
♪ And rap and slap all ... the that came to dap♪
♪ I hit the 8-ball often♪
♪ The earrings I wear are called Dolphins♪
♪ Check the booty, it's kinda soft and♪
-♪ And if you touch it♪ -♪ You're living in a coffin♪
♪ Tell 'em, I'm from the '90s, back in the '80s♪
♪ Where I rocked the mic, they said it wasn't ladylike♪
♪ But I'm a lady, I pull a stunt though♪
♪ I kill suckas, might hit a blunt♪
♪ So what you wanna♪
♪ Ya must play hit and run♪
♪ 'Cause to me, you simply can't get none♪
♪ You wetter, then a hot ho in the snow♪
♪ Everybody on the West should know♪
♪ You can't play with my Yo-Yo♪
♪ Yo, yo♪
♪ Don't try to play me out.♪
["How I Could Just Kill a Man" by Cypress Hill plays]
Cypress Hill!
♪ Sen Dog!♪
♪ B-Real♪
♪ Oh♪
♪ Hey, don't miss out on what you're passin'♪
♪ You're missin' the hoota of the funky Buddha♪
♪ Eluder of your ... styles, I get wicked♪
♪ So come on as Cypress, starts to kick it♪
♪ Here is something you can't understand♪
♪ How I could just kill a man♪
♪ Here is something you can't understand♪
♪ How I could just kill a man♪
♪ I'm ignorin' all the dumb stuff♪
♪ Because there ain't nothing comin' from it♪
♪ I'm not gonna waste no time messin' around♪
-♪ My gat hummin'♪ -♪ Hummin'♪
-♪ Comin' at ya♪ -♪ Pom pom♪
♪ And you know I got to gat ya♪
♪ Time for some action, time for some action♪
-♪ Too Short♪ -♪ Time for some action.♪
♪ I go on and on♪
♪ Can't understand how I last so long♪
-Yeah! -♪ I must have superpowers♪
♪ I rap 225,000 hours♪
♪ Now, tell me♪
♪ What's my favorite word?♪
-♪ Yeah♪ -♪ Why they gotta say it like Short?♪
♪ Yeah♪
♪ You know you can't play on my court♪
♪ You can't hang with the big dogs, stay on the porch♪
♪ Blow the whistle, blow the whistle♪
♪ Blow the whistle♪
♪
♪ Blow the whistle.♪
["Tell Me When To Go" by E-40 plays]
♪ Tell me when to go♪
-♪ Tell me when to go♪ -♪ Yah, yah, yah, yah♪
-♪ Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah♪ -♪ Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb♪
♪ Ooh♪
♪ Tell me when to go♪
♪ Talking on my Ghettro on my way to the store♪
♪ The moon is full, look at the dark clouds♪
♪ Sitting in my scraper, watching Oakland Gone Wild♪
♪ I don't bump mainstream, I knock underground♪
♪ All that other ... sugarcoated and watered down♪
♪ I'm from the Bay where we hyphy and go dumb♪
♪ From the soil where them rappers be getting♪
♪ Their lingo from♪
♪ Tell me when to go, tell me when to go♪
♪ Tell me when to go♪
-♪ Tell me when to go♪ -♪ West Coast go dumb, dumb♪
♪ Now, West Coast go dumb♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo♪
♪ Aye!♪
[cheering]
♪ Battlecat, Battlecat, Battlecat.♪
♪
ANNOUNCER:A Grammy Salute to 50 Years of Hip Hop continues
as Jennifer Hudson brings out Common,
De La Soul, Arrested Development,
Talib Kweli and more.
And still to come,
the historic hip-hop reunion of DJ Jazzy Jeff
& the Fresh Prince you'll want to get jiggy with.
This is CBS.
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome two-time Grammy winner Jennifer Hudson.
Hip-hop is freedom.
Freedom to be yourself,
freedom to express yourself.
So, right now, we're going to celebrate
an extraordinary hip-hop collective
that began with the Jungle Brothers
and included greats-- yes, y'all--
like Queen Latifah, De La Soul and Common.
They pushed the culture forward with music
that said it is okay to be different.
The beats bang while the music positively created
the power and the beauty of everyday people.
To kick it off, please welcome Kool DJ Red Alert
and Grammy Award winners Arrested Development.
Take it.
♪ Yo♪
[vocalizing]
-♪ Hey♪ -[vocalizing]
♪ Yo, this is Fareedah with Arrested Development♪
♪ And right now you're in the midst of a celebration♪
♪ A celebration of life, death♪
♪ And the struggle of our ancestors♪
-♪ Let me you say whoa♪ -♪ Whoa♪
-♪ Say yeah♪ -♪ Yeah♪
-♪ Say whoa♪ -♪ Whoa♪
-♪ Yeah♪ -♪ Yeah♪
-♪ Whoa, yeah, whoa♪ -♪ Whoa, yeah, whoa♪
♪ I...♪
♪ Come on♪
♪ Am everyday people♪
♪ It's the sounds of Arrested Development♪
♪ Everybody, let's go♪
♪ See, I was resting at the park minding my own♪
♪ My own♪
♪ Business as I kick up the treble tone♪
-♪ The treble tone♪ -♪ On my radio tape player box, right?♪
♪ That's right♪
♪ Just loud enough so folks can hear it's hype, see♪
-♪ Outta nowhere♪ -♪ Nowhere♪
-♪ Comes the woman I'm dating♪ -♪ I'm dating♪
♪ Investigation, maybe she was demonstrating♪
-♪ But nevertheless I was pleased♪ -♪ I was pleased♪
♪ My date was going great and my soul was at ease♪
-♪ Until a group of brothers started buggin' out♪ -♪ Buggin' out♪
♪ Drinkin' the 40 ounce, going the wrong route♪
-♪ Disrespecting my Black queen♪ -♪ Black queen♪
♪ Holding their crotches and being obscene♪
♪ At first I ignored em' 'cause see, I know their type♪
♪ They got drunk, they got guns and yes, they wanna fight♪
♪ They wanna fight♪
♪ And they see a young couple having a time that's good♪
♪ And their egos wanna test a brother's manhood♪
♪ Manhood♪
♪ So they came to test me because of my hairdo♪
♪ And the loud bright colors that I wear♪
-♪ I was a target 'cause I'm a fashion misfit♪ -♪ Misfit♪
♪ And the outfit that I'm wearing, brothers dissin' it♪
♪ Well, I stay calm and pray the jokers leave me be♪
♪ But they're squeezing parts of my date's anatomy♪
♪ Anatomy♪
♪ Why, Lord, do brothers have to drill me?♪
♪ 'Cause if I start, they'll have to kill me♪
♪ Come on, I...♪
♪
-♪ Put your hands up♪ -♪ Am everyday people♪
♪ Everyday, y'all♪
-♪ Everyday♪ -♪ Everyday♪
♪ Everyday now, come on.♪
It's my man Common, everybody.
♪ Yes, yes, y'all♪
♪ And you don't stop to the beat, y'all♪
♪ And you don't stop♪
♪ Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop♪
♪ To the beat, Com Sense'll be the sure shot, come on♪
♪ I met this girl when I was ten years old♪
♪ What I loved most, she had so much soul♪
♪ She was old-school, I was a shorty♪
♪ Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me♪
♪ On the regular, not a church girl, secular♪
♪ Not about the money, studs mic-checkin' her♪
♪ I respected her, she hit me in the heart♪
♪ A few New York cats had did her in the park♪
♪ Original, pure, untampered, a down sister♪
♪ Hey, yo, Latifah, I miss her.♪
♪ Queen L-A-T-I-F-A-H in command♪
-What's up, Rashid? -[applause and cheering]
All hail the queen.
Queen Latifah, everybody.
♪ My mellow, Latee, was kicking flavor♪
♪ The R.E. posse said "Yo, Latifah, you can do this"♪
♪ So I paused and took a thought♪
♪ My brilliance I caught, and I agreed♪
♪ 'Cause I already knew this♪
♪ Now you should want to flex♪
♪ 'Cause I'm in full effect♪
♪ Queen Latifah is five-oh on this set♪
♪ You've been begging and dying♪
♪ For somebody's rhyming to set you free♪
♪ For God so loved the world, he gave you me♪
♪ I'm coolin', teaching those needing schoolin'♪
♪ And the mic? This mic in my hand? I'm rulin'♪
-♪ So prepare your mind for my lifeline♪ -♪ Hey♪
♪ And meet the new Queen of Royal Badness♪
♪ Latifah has the spirit so head for the water♪
♪ And dive into the wrath♪
♪ Of my madness♪
♪ Cost of living getting higher♪
♪ Cause them to run away♪
♪ Queen Latifah getting higher♪
-♪ Cause them to run away♪ -One more time!
♪ Cost of living getting higher♪
♪ Cause them to run away♪
♪ Queen Latifah getting higher cause them to run away.♪
["Get By" by Talib Kweli plays]
Take all that negative energy.
-Let's go. -Shake it out.
Shake it out. Put your hands in the sky.
Both hands, both hands. Get 'em up, shake it out.
-Everybody. -Talib Kweli, everybody.
♪ We sell crack to our own out the back of our homes♪
♪ We smell the musk of the dusk, the crack of the dawn♪
♪ We got through episodes, too, like Attack of the Clones♪
♪ Work till we break our back♪
♪ And you hear the crack of the bones, to get by♪
♪ Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by♪
♪ We commute to computers, spirts stay mute♪
♪ As your egos spread rumors♪
♪ We survivalists turned to consumers, yeah♪
♪ Now this morning, I woke up feeling brand-new♪
-♪ I jumped up feeling my highs♪ -♪ Oh♪
-Come on. Come on. -♪ And my lows♪
-♪ In my soul and my goals♪ -Come on.
♪ Just to stop smokin', and stop drinkin'♪
♪ I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons♪
♪ Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by.♪
Wave your hand up in the sky. Let's go now.
Keep 'em up 'cause the stakes be high.
-Yes, sir. -De La Soul!
♪ Stakes is high♪
♪ The Native Tongues has officially been reinstated♪
♪ Do you want to be an MC? Or do you want to serve?♪
-♪ Do you want to be dope♪ -♪ Yo♪
♪ Or do you want to deal it?♪
♪ Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester♪
♪ I do a show, get extra P's like the Large Professor♪
♪ I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a referee♪
♪ In soul control of my destiny♪
♪ In the best of three out of five♪
-♪ Whip anybody ass at NBA Live♪ -Yeah.
♪ Because I will because my man said Soulful Delight♪
♪ You cry, "Keepin' it real"♪
♪ When you should try keepin' it right♪
♪ That's understanding microphone mathematics♪
♪ Which leads to currency♪
♪ And temporary world status♪
♪ And when one shows he pose threat to this one♪
♪ This one will make that one into none♪
♪ Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero♪
♪ If you can't stand strong♪
♪ Yeah, who are you?♪
♪ I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One♪
♪ I walk around this planet Earth♪
♪ To make the money, have fun♪
♪ I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N♪
♪ I sit and think with a drink♪
-♪ About how I'm gonna win♪ -Break it down!
♪ I'm the M to the A, the S-E, the O♪
♪ And me and my man, we still De La Soul.♪
♪ The puba of the styles like miles and ...♪
♪ Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms♪
♪ You know I send the funky rhythms right down ya block♪
♪ We be to rap what key be to lock♪
♪ But I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that♪
♪ I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that♪
♪ I'm cool like that, but she's cool♪
♪ We be the chocolates taps on my raps♪
♪ She innovates at the sweeter cat naps♪
♪ He at the funk club with the vibrate♪
♪ Them, they be crazy down with the five nat♪
♪ My man C touched the kinks, and he sinks into the sound♪
♪ She frequents the fattest joints caught underground♪
♪ Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane♪
♪ They flock to booms, and boogie had to change♪
♪ The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll♪
♪ The lyrics just like loot, come in stack and rolls♪
♪ You used to find a bug in a high-top fade♪
♪ But now we boogie up your stage♪
-♪ Plaits, twists or braids♪ -Come on, y'all.
♪ And I'm peace like that, I'm peace like that♪
♪ I'm peace like that, I'm peace like that♪
-♪ I'm peace like that, I'm peace♪ -♪ Check it out♪
-♪ We move like that, we groove like that♪ -What up?
-What else? -♪ We live like that, plus we roll like that♪
-♪ Slick like that and fat like that♪ -Yup. Yeah.
♪ We vibe like that♪
♪ We out, peace.♪
♪
We're not finished. We're not finished.
We got the Pharcyde coming up right now.
Check 'em out.
♪ Can't keep running away♪
What's up?
-♪ Can't keep running away♪ -Yeah.
L.A., make some noise. Let's go!
♪ I must admit on some occasions♪
♪ I went out like a punk and a chump, or a sucka♪
♪ Or something to that effect, respect I used to never get♪
♪ 'Cause all I got was upset♪
-♪ When ... used to be like♪ -What's up, fool?
♪ Bein' where I'm from♪
♪ They let the smoke come♪
♪ Quicker than an evil redneck♪
♪ Could lynch a helpless colored figure and♪
♪ As a victim I invented low-key♪
♪ Till the keyhole itself got lower than me♪
♪ So I stood up and let my free form form free♪
♪ Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin' out me♪
-♪ I don't sweat it♪ -♪ I can't keep running♪
♪ I just got to keep keen and cunning♪
-♪ Can't keep running away♪ -Hey! Where you at?
Where you at? Come on.
♪ You can't keep running♪
♪ Away♪
-Ah, man. -♪ Can't keep running away♪
Hey.
This is what we do, everybody.
♪ You can't keep running away♪
Let's go.
Okay, next in store right now.
["The Choice Is Yours" by Black Sheep plays]
Okay.
♪ Engine, Engine, Number Nine♪
-♪ On the New York transit line♪ -Come on down!
-♪ If my train goes off the track♪ -Say what?
♪ Pick it up! Pick it up! Pick it up!♪
♪ Back on the scene, crispy n' clean♪
♪ You can try, but then why, 'cause you can't intervene♪
♪ We be the outcast, down for the settle♪
♪ Won't play the rock, won't play the pebble♪
♪ Open the door, you best believe♪
♪ We're sliding through this swiftly, niftily♪ -Oh.
♪ We can make it hip to be what we are 'cause♪
-♪ What we be, be the epitome♪ -Come on! Come on!
-♪ Doo, dah, dipitty♪ -Huh? What? Come on now.
♪ So now I dwell just to say you're plainer♪
♪ Hold your cup, 'cause I got the container♪
♪ Pass a plater, cross the fader♪
♪ Black Sheep get play like the Sony Innovator♪
♪ Never the traitor, party inflater♪
♪ And you can get a scoop later♪
♪ You can get with this, or you can get with that♪
♪ I think you'll get with this, for this is where it's at♪
♪ You can get with this, or you can get with that♪
-What? ♪ You can get with this, or you can get with that♪
♪ I think you'll get with this, hip-hop is where it's at.♪
-Make some noise! -And we are done!
[cheering, applause]
We out of here.
[cheering, applause]
ANNOUNCER:A Grammy Salute to 50 Years of Hip Hop continues.
Up next, hip-hop goes international with Akon,
and still to come, the historic hip-hop reunion
of DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince.
This is CBS.
So I grew up in Antioch, Tennessee,
which is in South Nashville.
And I fell in love with hip-hop in the early and mid-'90s.
I was a kid, and it was Christmas,
and the last gift was in the stocking.
The stocking stuffer.
And my mother told me,
"Your brothers and sisters bought that for you."
And it was the single of Wreckx-n-Effect's "Rump Shaker"
on a cassette tape.
And for the next, I would say, year,
all they heard through that house was...
♪ All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom♪
♪ And a-vroom-vroom♪
♪ Just shake your rump.♪ I mean,
to the point, they ended up getting me a bunch
of other cassette tapes
'cause they were so sick of hearing that one.
ANNOUNCER: Please welcome, from Nigeria,
actress and musician, Folake Olowofoyeku.
Music, music, music.
Music has always been a preservation of our heritage.
The sound of traditional drums and beats
have been embedded in us since the beginning of time.
While existing in all cultures and throughout society,
with or without lyrics, it is known as a universal language.
So, it is no wonder that hip-hop has gone global.
Please welcome DJ Benny-D, Styles P
and an artist known around the world,
five-time Grammy nominee,
and a pioneer responsible
for hip-hop's global reach-- Akon.
[cheering, applause]
-Hey! Yeah! -♪ Can you feel it?♪
Yeah!
Hey.
♪ Locked up, they won't let me out♪
♪ And I had a long day in court, ... stress me out♪
♪ Won't give me a bail, they can't get me out♪
♪ Now I'm heading to the county♪
♪ Got to do a bid here♪
♪ I used to living luxurious, I don't wanna live here♪
♪ The walls is gray, the clothes is orange♪
♪ The phones is broke, the food is garbage♪
♪ Lot of homies is living with these circumstances♪
♪ S.P.'s the same, I still merk your mans-es♪
♪ I'm steady tryin' to find a motive♪
♪ Why do what I do?♪
♪ The freedom ain't getting no closer♪
♪ No matter how far I go♪
-♪ My car is stolen♪ -♪ Stolen♪
♪ No registration♪
-♪ Registration♪ -♪ The cops patrollin'♪
-♪ Patrollin'♪ -♪ And now they done stopped me♪
♪ And I get locked up♪
-♪ They won't let me out♪ -♪ Whoa♪
♪ They won't let me out♪
-♪ I'm locked up♪ -♪ They won't let me out♪
♪ No, they won't let me out.♪
Ladies and gentlemen, Africa's newest superstar,
-Blaqbonez! -[applause, cheering]
["Like Ice Spice" by Blaqbonez plays]
♪ Yeah, mm, if you think♪
♪ This song about your girl, then it is♪
♪ It is what it is, uh♪
♪ And the pipe wey dey run her water no fit cease♪
♪ It is what it is, oh♪
♪ Me realize, they should legalize♪
♪ If you fit whine, whine-'ine-'ine♪
♪ Then, I realize, I soliloquies♪
♪ No dey follow lies, body no go die♪
♪ With the big boys, and we outside♪
♪ Dripping like ice, and we on sight♪
♪ Emeka must shine, kele must whine♪
♪ When she go down, look like Ice Spice.♪
["I Wanna Love You" by Akon plays]
♪ Music♪
♪ And you know we up front♪
♪ I see you windin' and grindin'♪
♪ Up on that pole♪
♪ I know you see me♪
♪ Lookin' at you♪
♪ And you already know♪
-♪ I want to love you♪ -♪ Yeah♪
-♪ Hey♪ -♪ You already know♪
-♪ I want to love you♪ -♪ Love you♪
♪ Hey, you already know♪ [laughs]
♪ Girl.♪
♪ Yeah, yeah♪
♪ Upfront♪
♪ Hey, I feel you creepin', I can see it♪
-♪ From my shadow♪ -♪ Shadow♪
♪ Want to jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo?♪
♪ Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo?♪
♪ And possibly bend you over?♪
♪ Look back and watch me smack that♪
♪ All on the floor♪
♪ Smack that, give me some more♪
♪ Smack that till you get sore♪
-♪ Smack that♪ -♪ Oh, oh, oh.♪
Two peace signs in the air.
All my survivors.
♪ Let's get it♪
♪ Akon and Young Jeezy♪
♪ Hey♪
♪ If you lookin' for me, I'll be on the block♪
♪ With my thing cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now♪
-♪ Because I'm a rider♪ -♪ Yeah♪
-♪ I'm just a soul survivor♪ -♪ Yeah♪
♪ 'Cause everybody know the game don't stop♪
♪ Trying to make it to the top 'fore your ... get popped now♪
-♪ If you a rider♪ -♪ Yeah♪
-♪ Or just a soul survivor♪ -♪ What's up?♪
♪ Tonight I can't sleep, we livin' in hell♪
♪ First they give us the work, then they throw us in jail♪
♪ Look, road trip, yeah, I'm traffickin' the white♪
♪ Please Lord, don't let me go to jail tonight♪
♪ Who, me? I'm a soul survivor♪
♪ Ask about him in the street, the boy Jeez a rider♪
♪ A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah, life sucks♪
♪ ... the club, dawg, I'd rather count a million bucks♪
♪ Now get your hands up, now get your hands up♪
♪ Now keep your hands up, now keep your hands up♪
-♪ What's up?♪ -♪ Because I'm a rider♪
♪ Yeah♪
♪ A soul survivor♪
♪ What's up? Now get your hands up♪
♪ Now keep your hands up, now get your hands up♪
♪ Now get your hands up, now keep your hands up♪
-♪ What's up?♪ -♪ Because I'm a rider♪
-♪ Say it with me♪ -♪ Yeah♪
♪ Or just a soul survivor.♪
-Yeah. -[cheering, applause]
♪
ANNOUNCER: Next up, Regina Hall brings out
Black Thought, Rakim and Big Daddy Kane
as we celebrate the MCs.
Then, D-Nice and Doug E. Fresh
will honor the legends we've lost.
And later, DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince
perform together again.
-This is CBS. -♪ Soul survivor.♪
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentleme, Regina Hall.
-[cheering, applause] -REGINA HALL: Thank you, everyone.
As we salute the architects,
I want to talk about a few others
who we've learned so very much from.
-Kurupt and Snoop. -[cheering, applause]
They taught us about the joy of sharing.
"It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none."
[cheering, applause]
[sighs]
This next MC,
wow, he was, he was a pioneer of his peer group,
and an early oral educator.
Akinyele.
And Kia Jeffries,
who so eloquently sang each note of those detailed instructions.
And I'm sure you all remember.
♪ Put it in my mouth♪
♪ In my ...♪ Okay.
But it still hits and rings true.
-[laughter] -[sighs]
However, one of my most important lessons
came from sweet, sweet Uncle Luke.
[cheering, applause]
He taught us that a lot of things can pop,
in any position.
However, it was his passionate message
about perseverance that still moves the culture.
"Don't stop, get it, get it."
I salute you, Captain ....
[cheering, applause]
Here to kick it off,
it's Technician the DJ
and the Grammy winner Big Daddy Kane.
-Mm, mm, mm. -Yeah!
-["Raw" playing] -Ladies and gentlemen,
Technician the DJ from the Bronx, New York!
And I give to you right now
the illest lyricist in hip-hop,
Big Daddy Kane! Get 'em!
♪ Here I am, R-A-W♪
♪ A terrorist here to bring trouble to♪
♪ Phony MCs, I move on and seize♪
♪ I just conquer, stomp another rapper with ease♪
♪ 'Cause I'm at my apex and others are below♪
-♪ Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo♪ -Yes!
♪ Second to none, making MCs run♪
♪ So don't try to step to me♪
♪ 'Cause I ain't the one♪
♪ I relieve rappers just like Tylenol♪
♪ And they know it, so I don't see why you all try to front♪
♪ Perpetrating a stunt when you know♪
♪ That I'll smoke you up like a blunt♪
♪ I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi♪
♪ To stage a rage is what rap did to me♪
♪ To make me want to create chaos and mayhem♪
♪ Cold rock a party until the a.m.♪
♪ I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle♪
♪ While you stand dazed and amazed♪
♪ I'll bust a little rhyme with authority♪
♪ Superiority, captivate the whole crowd's majority♪
♪ The rhymes I use definitely amuse♪
♪ Better thanDynasty orHill Street Blues ♪
-♪ I'm sure to score, adored for more without a flaw♪ -What you get?!
♪ 'Cause I get raw.♪
[echoing]: Black Thought is here.
-♪ Yeah, I'm sorry for your loss♪ -Philly!
♪ It's a body dead in the car♪
♪ And it's probably one of yours♪
♪ The writing all across the window and the walls♪
♪ Whether it was true or false♪
♪ We should've have got involved, remember♪
♪ We walked past the teacher, take the chalk and laugh♪
♪ We wrote punishments, "I will not talk in class"♪
♪ Now it's pistols punishing people for talking fast♪
♪ And all these innocent bystanders hauling ass♪
♪ I hate to say I told y'all, but I told y'all♪
♪ Things fall apart when the center too weak to hold y'all♪
♪ I'm just collecting what you owed to my old jawn♪
♪ You 'bout to get swooped down on, stoled on♪
♪ Fools swear they wise, wise men know they foolish♪
♪ Well, we were caught up in a web even before computers♪
♪ I never thought you'd give me a reason to do this♪
♪ Cain and Abel, Jesus and Judas♪
♪ Caesar and Brutus, I see intruders, avert your eyes♪
♪ I told you keep out of the hood, circumcise♪
♪ How could you sleep, I thought you always was the first♪
-♪ To rise, this what happen♪ -Yeah!
-♪ When the culture gets commodified♪ -Yeah! Yeah!
♪ Gunfire and flares, sirens glare♪
♪ I'm on a iron chair where people who care♪
♪ Don't get the lion's share♪
♪ When I don't give a what then I ain't fair♪
♪ I'm on a higher tier, we getting money♪
♪ Like the financier, catch the herald, I'm fresh chopped♪
♪ Beveled, tap on a doctorate level, so F. Scott Fitzgerald♪
♪ Maybe I'm the new Rakim, maybe I'm fat Pharoahe♪
♪ Undergarments of armor, my intimate apparel♪
♪ Pre-Kardashian Kanye, my rhyme play immaculate♪
♪ The cadence of D.O.C. pre-accident♪
♪ Maybe my acumen's on par with Kool G Rap and them♪
♪ Yo, give me the proper respect♪
♪ Because we back again.♪
-["My Melody" playing] -♪ Rakim Allah♪
♪ I take seven MCs, put 'em in a line♪
♪ Add seven more brothers who think they can rhyme♪
♪ It'll take seven more before I go for mine♪
♪ Now that's 21 MCs ate up at the same time.♪
TECHNICIAN THE DJ: Ladies and gentlemen,
introducing the God MC, Rakim!
-L.A., what up? -Let's get 'em!
♪ I ain't no joke♪
♪ I used to let the mic smoke♪
♪ Now I slam it when I'm done, make sure it broke♪
♪ When I'm gone, no one gets on, I won't let♪
♪ Nobody press up and mess up the scene I set♪
♪ I stand in a crowd, watch the people wonder, damn♪
♪ Think about it then, you'll understand♪
♪ I'm just an addict, addicted to music♪
♪ Maybe it's a habit, I got to use it♪
♪ Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm, hook a beat up♪
♪ Convert it into hip-hop form, write a rhyme in graffiti in♪
♪ Every show you see me in, deep concentration♪
♪ I'm no comedian, jokers are wild♪
♪ If you want to be tame, I treat you like a child♪
♪ Then you're gonna be named♪
♪ Another enemy, not even a friend of me♪
♪ 'Cause you'll get fried in the end♪
♪ When you pretend to be competing♪
♪ I just put your mind on pause♪
♪ I complete when you compare my rhyme with yours♪
♪ Wake you up and as I stare in your face♪
♪ You seem stunned, remember me?♪
♪ The one you got your idea from?♪
♪ But soon you start to suffer, tune'll get rougher♪
♪ You start to stutter, when you had enough of biting♪
♪ It'll make you choke, can't provoke♪
♪ Can't cope, you should've broke♪
-♪ 'Cause I ain't no♪ -♪ Joke♪
-♪ Joke, joke.♪ -Rakim!
Black Thought!
Big Daddy Kane!
Technician the DJ!
For hip-hop!
[cheering, applause]
LL COOL J: Make some noise!
Now, tonight
has been a night full of icons and music and love.
And right now, we want to pay our respects
to the hip-hop greats that we've lost.
But rather than making this a somber moment,
let's celebrate with the music that these greats made
that gave us inspiration...
who made us feel and brought us endless joy.
Please welcome D-Nice
and the World's Greatest Entertainer, Doug E. Fresh.
If you're happy to be alive, make some noise in here, please.
[cheering, applause]
And we're about to do our thing and start this off with D-Nice
and the 45 King.
You ready?!
Let's go.
♪ Let me clear my throat♪
["The 900 Number" by the 45 King playing]
Come on, y'all! Hey!
If you love hip-hop, stand up
as we take you here. Let's go, y'all.
Up top!
♪ Mirror, mirror on the wall♪
Put your hand in the air for De La Soul, baby!
♪ B-I-G P-O-P-P-A♪
-♪ No info for the DEA♪ -All y'all from New York, where you at?!
-♪ Y'all gonna make me lose my mind up in here, up in here♪ -All the way up top!
Somebody put a "X" up for my brother!
-♪ Up in here, up in here♪ -Put the "X" up! -♪ All right♪
♪ Stop what you're doing, 'cause I'm about to ruin♪
-♪ The image and the style that you're used to♪ -Come on!
♪ I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian♪
-♪ Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation♪ -Make some noise
-for the Tribe, baby! -♪ For the hater who be talking loud, running his lip♪
♪ Trying to diss, he better lay low♪
If you're born and raised from the West Coast,
I want to hear you sing it!
-♪ She better lay low♪ -Say what?!
♪ Last time that I checked, it was five chains on my neck♪
Stand up out of respect for our brother Nipsey!
Put one hand in the air for Nipsey, y'all!
-♪ Last time that I checked♪ -Come on!
♪ California love♪
Inglewood, where you at?!
West Coast, where you at?!
-♪ California dreamin'♪ -All y'all that still love hip-hop,
put two fingers in the air for Tupac!
-Come on. -♪ Of a Westside player where cowards die♪
♪ And the strong ball.♪
[beatboxing]
♪ A one, two, a one, two♪
[beatboxes]
♪ A one, two, a one, two♪
[beatboxes]
♪ Biz Markie♪
[beatboxing]
♪ And Eazy-E♪
[beatboxes]
♪ And, uh♪
[beatboxes]
♪ And Takeoff♪
[beatboxes]
♪ And Pop Smoke♪
[beatboxes]
♪ And Big Pun♪ [beatboxes]
♪ And Mr. Magic♪
[beatboxing]
♪ And the Fat Boys♪
[beatboxing]
♪ Fat Boy♪
[beatboxes] ♪ Fat Boys♪
If you love hip-hop,
make some noise!
[cheering, applause]
Look around!
[beatboxing]
[beatboxing continues]
ANNOUNCER: Please welcome the Grammy-nominated
Machine Gun Kelly.
[cheering, applause]
The greatest thing to happen to me
besides becoming a father
is hip-hop.
Right? It was there for me when I was sad,
when I was mad at the world
and, most importantly,
in the seventh grade, when a girl decided to dance on me
to "Hot in Here" by Nelly.
[cheering, applause]
-Thank you. -[laughter]
Um... look, to me,
hip-hop has always been the life of the party,
and the party is just getting started.
So, right now, get off your seats,
get on your feet, make some noise for DJ Diamond Kuts
and Grammy Award winner 2 Chainz!
-[cheering, applause] -♪ Birthday♪
-♪ It's your birthday♪ -♪ If I die♪
-Yeah! -♪ They ask me what I do and who I do it for♪
-What? -♪ And how I come up with this ... up in the studio♪
-Let's go! -♪ All I want for my birthday is a♪
♪ Big booty♪
-What's up? What's up? -♪ All I want for my birthday♪
-♪ Is a big booty♪ -Come on!
♪ She got a big booty so I call her Big Booty♪
♪ Skrr, skrr, wrists moving♪
-♪ Cooking, getting to it♪ -Let's go!
-♪ I'm in the kitchen♪ -♪ I'm in the kitchen♪
-♪ Yams everywhere♪ -♪ Yams♪
♪ Just made a juug, I got bands everywhere♪
-♪ Bands♪ -♪ You the realest♪
-♪ Breathing if I hold my breath♪ -♪ Damn♪
♪ Referee with a whistle♪
-♪ Brrrt♪ -♪ Hold this tech♪
-♪ Bow, extendo clip♪ -♪ Extendo clip♪
-♪ Extendo roll♪ -♪ Extendo roll♪
♪ When yo girl leave me, she need a hair salon♪
-♪ Damn♪ -♪ Hair Weave Killer going on a trapathon♪
-♪ Yeah♪ -♪ See, I done had more bombs♪
-♪ Than Pakistan♪ -♪ Bomb♪
♪ Dope bomb♪
♪ Dro bomb and a pill bomb♪
-♪ Bomb♪ -♪ See, ..., I'm ballin', you in will call♪
-♪ True♪ -♪ When I die, bury me inside a♪
♪ Yeah, when I die, bury me♪
-♪ Inside the Truey store♪ -♪ True♪
♪ True to my religion, two everything♪
♪ I'm too different, so when I die♪
-♪ Bury me next to♪ -♪ Two.♪ -Let's go!
-Yeah! -Celebrating 50 years of hip-hop!
I go by the name of DJ Diamond Kuts!
Let's take it to the club!
Come on, Gunna! Yes!
-♪ Everything litty, I love when it's hot♪ -Hot!
♪ Turned up the city, I broke off the notch♪
♪ Got some more millis, I keep me a knot♪
♪ I created history and made me a lot♪
♪ He tried to diss me and ended on Fox♪
♪ We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop♪
♪ Took her out of Follies 'cause her ... pop♪
-♪ I run it like Nike, we got it on lock♪ -Let's go!
♪ Cartier eye♪
♪ I'm the bossman in a suit with no tie♪
♪ I can't be sober, I gotta stay high♪
♪ Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry♪
♪ Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde♪
♪ Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire♪
♪ Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide♪
♪ The latest Mercedes, her go-to surprise♪
♪ Don't sleep on miss lady, her ... a prize♪
♪ While I'm grippin' her sides♪
♪ Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size♪
♪ We really fly, we like pelican glide♪
♪ You ain't slick, I can tell the disguise♪
♪ Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that sky♪
♪ She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life♪
♪ I told her to gargle and work on her highs♪
Let's go!
♪ Everything litty, I love when it's hot♪
♪ Turned up the city, I broke off the notch♪
♪ Got some more millis, I keep me a knot♪
♪ I created history and made me a lot♪
♪ He tried to diss me and ended on Fox♪
♪ We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop♪
♪ Took her out of Follies 'cause her ... pop♪
-♪ I run it like Nike, we got it on lock♪ -Come on!
-♪ Yeah, 'cause girls is players, too♪ -Hands up, hands up!
♪ Getting money all around the world♪
♪ 'Cause girls is players, too♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, what you know about living on the top?♪
♪ Penthouse suites looking down on the opps♪
♪ Took him for a test-drive, left him on the lot♪
♪ Time is money, so I spent that on a watch♪
♪ Hold on, little ... showing through the white tee♪
♪ You can see the thong busting out my tight jeans♪
♪ Rocks on my fingers like a ... wifed me♪
♪ Got another shorty? She ain't nothing like me♪
-♪ Come on, about to catch another flight♪ -Let's go!
♪ Apple bottom make him want to bite♪
♪ I just want to have a good night♪
♪ Just want to have a good night♪
Hold up!
♪ If you don't know, now you know♪
♪ If he broke, then you gotta let him go♪
♪ You could have anybody, eeny-miney-moe♪
♪ 'Cause when you a boss you could do what you want♪
-♪ Let's go♪ -Come on, come on!
♪ Yeah, 'cause girls is players, too♪
Let's go!
♪ Yeah, yeah, 'cause girls is players, too♪
♪ Keep it player, baby♪
♪ 'Cause girls is players, too♪
♪ Bitches getting money all around the world♪
♪ 'Cause girls is players, too♪
Let's go!
Let's go! Hands up! Hands up!
♪ Uh-oh♪
Welcome to the stage, Nelly!
Come on!
♪ I'm a sucker for corn rows and manicured toes♪
♪ Fendi capri pants and Parasucos♪
♪ Rise of Diddy and City with one or two throws♪
♪ I'm drafting them out of high school♪
-♪ Who knows?♪ -♪ I know♪
♪ I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows♪
♪ And break it down low to the flo, there you go♪
♪ Now throw it on me slow♪
♪ And every time I bust a rhyme, baby♪
♪ She say she like that when I hit it from behind♪
♪ I'll be right back♪
♪ I use it♪
♪ Time after time♪
♪ When I'm speaking my mind♪
♪ I'm shooting game to a pigeon or dime♪
♪ I ask who that is talking that ...♪
♪ Somebody probably jealous 'cause they chick got hit♪
♪ But ain't nobody else dropping hits like this♪
♪ Should we apologize?♪
♪ Leave 'em, come on♪
♪ Hey, andele, andele, mami, E.I., E.I.♪
-♪ Oh-oh♪ -♪ What's happening now?♪
♪ Hey, andele, andele, mami, E.I., E.I.♪
-♪ Oh-oh♪ -♪ If the head right♪
♪ Nelly there every night♪
♪ Hey, andele, andele, mami, E.I., E.I.♪
♪ Oh-oh!♪
♪ What's poppin' tonight?♪
♪ Andele, andele, mami, E.I., E.I.♪
-♪ Oh-oh!♪ -♪ If the head right♪
♪ Nelly there every night.♪
♪ Hustling, hustling, hustling, hustling♪
-Yeah. -♪ Every day I'm hustling...♪
Who hustling seven days a week?
Put your hands up right now.
Welcome to the stage my brother, Rick Ross!
♪ Every day I'm hustling, every day I'm hustling♪
♪ Who you suckers think you're tripping with?♪
♪ Yes, I'm the boss♪
♪ Seven-forty-five, white on white♪
♪ That's Ricky Ross♪
♪ I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long♪
♪ I cut 'em fat♪
♪ I keep 'em coming back♪
♪ We keep 'em coming back♪
♪ I'm into distribution, I'm like Atlantic♪
♪ I got them pretty things flying cross the Atlantic♪
-♪ And I know Pablo♪ -♪ Pablo♪
♪ Noriega, the real Noriega♪
♪ He owe me a hundred favors.♪
["B.M.F." plays]
♪ We blowin' money fast on this side♪
-♪ Come on!♪ -It's only right, baby!
♪ I think I'm Big Meech♪
♪ Free Larry Hoover♪
♪ I'm whippin' work♪
♪ Hallelujah♪
♪ One nation under God♪
♪ Real G's getting money from the very start♪
♪ I think I'm Big Meech♪
♪ Free Larry Hoover♪
♪ I'm gettin' work♪
♪ Hallelujah♪
♪ One nation under God♪
♪ Real G's getting money from the very start.♪
-♪ You don't want zero problems♪ -♪ Let's go, y'all!
♪ If one more label try to stop me♪
♪ It's gonna be some dreadhead ... in ya lobby♪
♪ You don't want no problem, want no problem with me♪
♪ You don't want no problem♪
♪ Want no problem with me♪
♪ Just another day♪
♪ Had to pick up all the mail♪
♪ There go Chano ridin'♪
♪ Through the streets, they be like♪
♪ "There he go"♪
♪ Ooh, watch me come and put the hinges in their hands♪
♪ Countin' Benjis while we meetin'♪
♪ Make 'em shake my other hand, huh♪
♪ Milly rockin', scoopin' all the blessings out my lap♪
♪ Bitch, I know you tried to cheat♪
♪ You should've never took a nap, hey♪
♪ What's wrong with you? What you were thinkin'?♪
♪ You thought it was?♪
♪ You talk that talk that make a lame-ass ... fall in love♪
♪ Not me, though, bitch, you can keep those♪
-♪ Bruh, I'm at your head like Craig did♪ -♪ Come on♪
♪ Don't tweak, bro, it's never sweet, ho♪
♪ Why? My shooters come for free, so♪
♪ If one more label try to stop me♪
♪ It's gon' be some dreadhead ... in ya lobby, huh, huh♪
♪ You don't want no problem, want no problem with me♪
♪ You don't, you don't♪
♪ You don't want no problem, want no problem with me♪
♪ Just another day...♪
One more time.
2 Chainz!
♪ You old Petey Pablo, take your shirt off♪
♪ Wave 'round your head like a helicopter♪
♪ You ain't put enough weed in the blunt♪
♪ All you do is smoke tobacco♪
♪ Where the hell you get them from?♪
♪ Yeezy said he ain't make them♪
♪ My partners chasin' bounty hunters♪
♪ And gettin' chased by their baby mamas♪
♪ My first tat was on my stomach♪
♪ Got a pocket full of money♪
♪ And a mind full of ideas♪
♪ Some of this ... may sound weird♪
♪ Inside of the Maybach♪
♪ Look like it came out of Ikea♪
♪ Run ... like diarrhea♪
♪ Big yacht, no power steering♪
♪ Aye, aye, Captain♪
♪ I'm high, Captain♪
♪ I'm so high♪
♪ Me and God dappin'♪
♪ This is my blessin'♪
♪ This is my passion♪
♪ School of hard knocks, I took night classes♪
♪ You don't want no problem, want no problem with me♪
-♪ All right♪ -♪ Just another day♪
♪ Had to pick up all the mail♪
♪ There go Chano ridin' through the streets♪
♪ They be like, "There he go."♪
[music ends]
[cheering, applause]
Thank you.
ANNOUNCER: Keep the celebration of50 Years of Hip Hop going
by seeing "Hip-Hop: The Mixtape,"
the new exhibit now open at the Grammy Museum
in Downtown Los Angeles.
Get tickets today at GrammyMuseum.org.
Still to come onA Grammy Salute to 50 Years of Hip Hop,
the reunion of DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince.
This is CBS.
ANNOUNCER: Please welcome CEO of The Recording Academy
-Harvey Mason Jr. -[cheering, applause]
Thank you.
What an amazing night this has been.
But now, let's pause and think about
the gravity of what's happening here.
Tonight we've been able to pay respect
to some of the architects, the icons,
the unsung heroes, the hip-hop superstars,
and yes, the artists, producers, writers and engineers
who maybe never received the recognition or the respect,
or even the trophies that they deserve.
Now, it's no coincidence that we're all here at this time,
with so much stress and so much division and pain in the world.
But this music is the antidote.
This music is the medicine.
This music is the universal language
that even the most divided of us can understand.
But it also has the power to disrupt and change.
It has the power to break through even the loudest noise,
and unify.
And so, let's acknowledge that there is no music
-without hip-hop right now. -[cheering, applause]
The music business isn't what it is without hip-hop.
Tonight, we've celebrated, but more importantly,
we've permanently cemented the legacy,
the impact and the contributions of this music,
of our music, to the culture and to the world, forever.
And now, I'm gonna turn this over to a true music superhero,
the supremely talented Questlove.
-[cheering, applause] -QUESTLOVE: Thank you, Harvey.
All right, y'all.
In a year and a night full of hip-hop moments,
this is a big one.
I grew up idolizing these two
from my hometown of Illadelph.
They were the first artists to ever receive
a Grammy Award for hip-hop, but back then,
they weren't invited to perform or accept their award on camera,
which led to the hip-hop community
sitting things out that year.
But thankfully, a year later,
their hip-hop invitation did show up,
and they became the first hip-hop group
to ever perform at the Grammy Awards.
And tonight, as a fan,
as a friend from way back in Philly,
let's welcome to the Grammy stage
the incomparable, the amazing, the legendary,
D-- get up-- DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince!
[cheering, applause]
♪ Yo♪
♪ Let me talk to you♪
♪ Let me have a word with you♪
♪ If you're doing something else♪
♪ I hope I'm not disturbing you♪
♪ But if I am♪
♪ So what? Stop it♪
♪ 'Cause me and Jeff are about to come rock this♪
♪ We are musical magical radicals♪
♪ No small letters in our names, only capitals♪
♪ It's unbelievable, inconceivable♪
♪ That we'll ever be defeated♪
♪ Impossible♪
♪ We ain't no brand-new group, but so what, man?♪
♪ That's why we got hundreds of millions of fans♪
♪ I'm the Prince and this is my crew♪
♪ You thought that it was old, you're wrong, it's new♪
♪ It's out of the ordinary, it's rather extraordinary♪
♪ So, yo, bust this commentary, a literary genius♪
♪ And a superior beat creator♪
♪ Have come together and we made a♪
♪ Musical composition which we think is a remedy♪
♪ To cure all the dance floors that's empty♪
♪ You want to dance? We got what you want♪
♪ Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince bustin' out♪
♪ With the brand-new funk♪
♪ The brand-new funk, the brand-new♪
♪ Funk, funk-funk-funk, the brand-new funk♪
♪ Throw your hands up♪
♪ Everybody, let me see you throw your hands up♪
-♪ Say yeah♪ -♪ Yeah♪
-♪ Say hell yeah♪ -♪ Hell yeah♪
♪ Say make money, money, make money, money, money♪
♪ Make money, money, make money, money, money♪
-♪ Now scream♪ -[audience screams]
-♪ Scream♪ -[audience screams]
♪ It was kind of, it was kind of♪
♪ It was kind of, kind of, kind of, kind of♪
♪ Well, it was kind of an accident♪
♪ The way that it happened, one day I was rappin'♪
♪ On the beat, Jeff was backin' me up♪
♪ And all of a sudden, he brought in a cut♪
♪ I dropped my microphone and said "What the...?♪
♪ Hold up, Jeff, wait a minute, play it"♪
♪ He just smiled and said, "Yeah, def ain't it?"♪
-♪ It was, it made me want to♪ -♪ Funky, get-get down♪
♪ And we knew almost at once♪
-♪ It was the♪ -♪ Brand-new funk♪
♪ So we continued to listen to it♪
♪ And we knew it was def when I started rappin' to it♪
♪ So I gave a high five to Jeff♪
-♪ And without hesitation popped in my cassette♪ -♪ What happened?♪
-♪ Took it home that night and analyzed it♪ -♪ Yeah♪
-♪ Rewound the tape over and over, memorized it♪ -♪ Yeah♪
♪ That Friday we went to the club♪
♪ Out and out cold tore it up♪
♪ Should've seen the people dancin' and shakin'♪
♪ Should've seen the people dancin'♪
♪ And shakin' and movin'♪
♪ Should've seen the people dancin' and shakin'♪
♪ And movin' and jumpin' and spinin', you-you-you♪
♪ Should've seen the people dancin' and shakin'♪
♪ And movin' and jumpin' and spinnin' and clappin'♪
♪ While the beatbox was groovin' and screamin'♪
♪ And yellin' while on the microphone I was flowin'♪
♪ Fresh rhymes I was showin'♪
♪ The people say, "Yo, keep goin'"♪
♪ So I continued to rock♪
♪ While Jeff was on the beatbox♪
♪ Special assistance from my homeboy, Ready Rock♪
♪ People fought just to get up front♪
♪ For a bird's-eye view of what we call♪
-♪ The brand-new funk♪ -♪ Rock-rock...♪
Ladies and gentlemen, aboard the wheels of steel,
the greater to love,
help me out. Yo, Jeff!
-♪ Rock the beat♪ -♪ Come on♪
-♪ Rock the beat♪ -♪ Rock the beat, come on♪
♪ Rock the beat-beat-beat♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, help me out, help me out♪
-♪ Rock the beat♪ -♪ Give it to me now♪
-♪ Rock the beat♪ -♪ Rock the beat, what♪
♪ Rock the beat, put your hands up♪
♪ Aww♪
♪ It's the brand-new funk.♪
[cheering, applause]
["Gettin' Jiggy Wit It" plays]
♪ Whoo!♪
♪ Uh, uh, uh♪
♪ Yeah, hey♪
♪ Yo, can y'all feel that?♪
♪ Can y'all feel that?♪
♪ On your mark, ready, set, let's go♪
♪ Dance floor pro, I know you know♪
-♪ I go psycho when my new joint hit♪ -♪ Whoo♪
♪ Just can't sit, got to get jiggy wit' it♪
♪ Ooh, that's it, honey, honey, come ride♪
♪ DKNY all up in my eye♪
♪ You got a Prada bag with a lot of stuff in it♪
♪ Give it to your friend, let's spin♪
♪ Everybody lookin' at me, glancin' the kid♪
♪ Wishin' they was dancin' the jig♪
♪ Here with this handsome kid, ciga-cigar, Cuba-Cuba♪
♪ I just bite it, it's for the look, I don't light it♪
♪ Illway the an-may on the ance-day oor-flay♪
-♪ Give it up jiggy, make it feel like foreplay♪ -♪ Whoo♪
♪ Yo, my cardio is infinite♪
♪ Ha, ha, Big Willie style's all in it♪
♪ Gettin' jiggy wit' it, na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na♪
-♪ What?♪ -♪ Na-na, na, na, na-na♪
♪ Gettin' jiggy wit' it, na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na♪
-♪ What?♪ -♪ Na-na, na, na, na-na♪
♪ Gettin' jiggy wit' it, na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na♪
♪ Na-na, na, na, na-na♪
♪ Gettin' jiggy wit' it, na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na♪
-♪ What?♪ -♪ Na-na, na, na, na-na.♪
["Miami" plays]
♪ Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah♪
♪ Uh, Miami♪
♪ Yo, what y'all know about that?♪
♪ What you know about that?♪
♪ Uh, can y'all feel that?♪
♪ Can y'all, can y'all feel that?♪
♪ Jig it out♪
♪ Here I am in the place where I come let go♪
♪ In Miami, the bass and the sunset low♪
♪ Every day like a Mardi Gras, everybody party all day♪
♪ No work, all play, okay?♪
♪ So we sip a little something, leave the rest to spill♪
♪ Me and Charlie at the bar runnin' up a high bill♪
♪ Nothin' less than ill when we dress to kill♪
-♪ Every time the ladies pass, they be like♪ -♪ "Hi, Will"♪
♪ Can y'all feel me, all ages and races♪
♪ Real sweet faces, every different nation♪
♪ Spanish, Haitian, Indian, Jamaican♪
♪ Black, white, Cuban and Asian♪
♪ I only came for two days of playing♪
♪ Every time I come I always wind up stayin'♪
♪ This the type of town I could spend a few days in♪
♪ Miami, the city that keeps the roof blazin'♪
♪ Party in the city where the heat is on♪
♪ All night, on the beach till the break of dawn♪
♪ Welcome to Miami♪
♪ Bienvenidos a Miami, whoo♪
♪ Bouncin' in the club where the heat is on♪
♪ All night, on the beach till the break of dawn♪
♪ I'm goin' to Miami♪
♪ Welcome to Miami.♪
Wait a minute.
♪
[cheering, applause]
I need y'all to help me out with this. Help me out with this.
♪ Now, this is a story all about how my♪
♪ Life got flipped, turned upside down♪
♪ And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there♪
♪ I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town♪
♪ Called Bel-Air♪
-♪ Hey♪ -♪ Hey♪
♪ In West Philadelphia, born and raised♪
♪ On the playground was where I spent most of my days♪
♪ Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool♪
♪ And all shootin' some B-ball outside of the school♪
♪ When a couple of guys who were up to no good♪
♪ Started making trouble in my neighborhood♪
♪ I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, said♪
♪ "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"♪
♪ I whistled for a cab and when it came near♪
♪ The license plate said, "Fresh"♪
♪ And it had dice in the mirror♪
♪ If anything, I could say♪
♪ That this cab was rare, but I thought♪
♪ "Nah, forget it, yo, homes, to Bel Air"♪
-♪ Hey♪ -♪ I pulled♪
♪ Up to the house about 7:00 or 8:00♪
♪ And I yelled to the cabbie♪
♪ "Yo, homes, smell you later"♪
♪ I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there♪
♪ To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air♪
-♪ Hey♪ -♪ Hey.♪
["Summertime" plays]
♪ Aww♪
♪ Yeah♪
♪ Come on, come on♪
♪ Sing♪
♪ Summer, summer, summertime♪
♪ It's the summer, summer, summertime♪
♪ Time to sit back and unwind♪
♪ Here it is, the groove slightly transformed♪
♪ Just a bit of a break from the norm♪
♪ Just a little somethin' to break the monotony♪
♪ Of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be♪
♪ A little bit out of control, it's cool to dance♪
♪ But what about the groove that soothes that moves romance♪
♪ Give me a soft subtle mix♪
♪ And if ain't broke then don't try to fix it♪
♪ Think of the summers of the past♪
♪ Adjust the bass and let the Alpine blast♪
♪ Pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme♪
♪ Put your car on cruise and lay back♪
♪ 'Cause this is summertime♪
♪ Summer, summer, summertime♪
♪ It's the summer, summer, summertime♪
♪ Time to sit back and unwind♪
♪ Bring...♪
♪ Summer, summer, summertime♪
♪ Flavor Flav, baby, Flavor Flav, baby♪
♪ Time to sit back and unwind♪
♪ D-Nice, oh!♪
♪ Aww, uh, uh, uh...♪
Yo. 50 Years of Hip Hop.
50 years.
Queen! Yeah!
50 Years of Hip Hop,baby.
♪ Yeah, yeah, aww...♪
MC Lyte in the building.
♪ Aww♪
-♪ Say yeah♪ -♪ Yeah♪
-♪ Say hell yeah♪ -♪ Hell yeah♪
♪ Now scream♪
-[audience screams] -♪ Come on, scream♪
-[audience screams]
-♪ Yeah♪ -♪ Oh, yeah♪
♪ Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.♪
Uncle L!
-Flavor Flav. -What up, what up, what up?
Uncle L in the building.
Uncle L, 50 years, baby.
-50 years. -50 years.
Yo, thanks to DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince.
Thank you to everybody for celebrating
the first 50 years of hip-hop.
Here's to the next 50, baby.
Good night. Rock the Bells.
Let's get it. Recording Academy, we love you, baby.
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CHILD: Look, Daddy.