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Screwball - H-O-S-T-Y-L-E lyrics
[Intro] That's right ugh, check it out Back in tha days where tha people were fresh It was one mc who had to pass tha test He was down by law, and he's ready to play That's right yawl, it's hostyle today [Verse 1] Yo yo, yo Woke up in tha morning and my eggs was part Turned on tha boob toob saw tha million man march Tha cops in dc, had to play scared Gotta a, warn in plans looking at tha quaters of france Ants in my pants so i dips in tha door Picked up tha keys, caught a telephone call She yelling bones in my sounds swell I'm like why can't, a brother can't rise up All i'm hearing is clobbers, hung up Lighted some butter, wu tighten my gutter Shouted lover, to those hungry Put holes in they clothes Bitch niggas throwing weak shit in tha game On tha streets, smoking dough and leak on tha heap [Chorus] H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha drug pushers and face mushers) Those them types that fuck wit me (throw ya henny in tha sky) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha bread winners, tha money getters) Those them types that fuck wit me (lets get this m-o-n-e-y) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers) Those them types that fuck wit me (this is serious b-i) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha thug chicks who loved it) Those them types that fuck wit me (lets get this money till we die) [Verse 2] Climax a vocal, like tha local weed spot Dime bags i go through, i'm at tha penical of smoke signals Tree's in a tight squeeze, night breeze For i blow hair might freeze, somebody give me a light please Matter fact i got matches i strike these don Son where you coming from, vernon fourty one Here ya shorty come, know she calling me for what She ignoring me, unless she horny and i got some trojans on me I just stop start smiling, hands on her hips posing for me I limped over wit laughter Told me to meet me a qauter after three, and smacker her on tha ass cheek Ghetto thug classy, if you ask me, if you ask me [Chorus] H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha drug pushers and face mushers) Those them types that fuck wit me (throw ya henny in tha sky) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha bread winners, tha money getters) Those them types that fuck wit me (lets get this m-o-n-e-y) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers) Those them types that fuck wit me (this is serious b-i) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha thug chicks who loved it) Those them types that fuck wit me (lets get this money till we die) [Bridge] To all dem types that fuck wit me For qb and so on, tha hyrdro crew Mike heron, jerry familar And my enginer, max zzzzz (zzzzz zzzzz) Mo greens baby To my man untouchable violence, what up This our dudes, prince from pa rule Yeah to tha mobb deep, and to tha infamous mobb That's right, girl j nicky brown To my three kids, get down baby Yeah, it's on, fredrick and my man calito What, to all my people, ugh Tha who hand clique, terrific mud explicit [Chorus] H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha drug pushers and face mushers) Those them types that fuck wit me (throw ya henny in tha sky) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha bread winners, tha money getters) Those them types that fuck wit me (lets get this m-o-n-e-y) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers) Those them types that fuck wit me (this is serious b-i) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha thug chicks who loved it) Those them types that fuck wit me (lets get this money till we die) *fading out* |
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