Lyrics:
is gangster music and booty shakin' music
What we call it is that gangster party
If y'all ready for that gangster party, let me see you put your
by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F Baby, now
yeah)
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F
How you lie to my face then run up like a gangster
Leave you in the deep end, hollow with no answer
How you get mad but turn around and talk with
a trash can up and throw it im on yo ass
my brother say you aint cool im on yo ass
ion listen to music cuh these niggas trash
why You acting gangster you
(Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up)
Haha
I told you, I only make stoner music
Gangster music, killer music
opinions and shit
I came in this game, you know and got in this music business to do what I do
To make music for the people to enjoy, for the world to love
great
But be great bein' you, you wanna get respect
You gotta pay yo' dues, play by the rules
And don't follow those fools
You wanna be gangster
to the green we got hell up
(My music bang, from here to releswelup (?) )
Bang you with the music, or bang you accapella
Like my shorty ran up, said get
niggas wouldn't know about it though)
Yeah, uh
I only do it for the gangsters
Niggas telling me I saved it
Quarter million for a tour overseas
Uh huh
Blackhand Entertainment
Roc a Fella Records
In association with the streets
The Black Gangster
In conjunction
With everything
Wake up to the sun rise
And let this rhythm fill our appetite
Now where'd the day go
Cuz it's back to night
Time flows on by when you're living right
the name
When it's Too $hort baby, ain't nothing plain
Dangerous Music on the microphone
Makes you want to break your hip bone
Might break your leg,
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
the feeling, I can't run no more
They want gangster music knocking through they earlobes
I can't chase the feeling, I can't run no more
They don't hear the pain
discuss these wack rhymers backsliders
Mindless spineless by their own jury
They blinded by chain after chain cause
They used to being slaves
Kuntas, kuntas
Now they say I'm popping
I make gangster rap pop brolly or the mop
It’s sweeping or it’s raining when they
Phone me for the
Like Johnny on the spot
to that place
Where they smoke weed and drink alone
Boosie Blues Cafe
But when the music play, they sing along
Take you to that place
Where they
roll by, ik flip hier de music into money
Grijp me stacks rijden op de snelweg
Pak die brieven en ik rolem rolem rolem up
Die bitches weten nu whats up
the name
When it's Too $hort baby, ain't nothing plain
Dangerous Music on the microphone
Makes you wanna break your hip bone
Might break your leg,
are empty
You've never seen a gun and you claim to be a gangster, you pretend to be someone You're not
You're surrounded by 40 people to help you with
Blackhand Enertainment roc-A-Fella Records
In association with the streets
The Black Gangster
In conjunction with everything official yeah
I ride
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4th
[Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up
[Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga
[Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.
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