Lyrics:
one sits, By the hearth in another's home.
Better a house, though a hut it be, A man is master at home;
A pair of goats and a patched-up roof, Are
shit is amazing
Up through the nights to get all the cash
Struck by a star so I shine when I dash
Bitch, I'm the king and you comin' in last
Bitch, it's
I go by the name of CL of 2NE1
It's been along time comin'
But we're here now
And we 'bout to set the roof on fire baby (oh oh)
You better get
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
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
Super Bowl champs celebrate like me
With Escobar cigars, let me say my piece
Money attract money, statewide hustlers
Jewelry sellers exposed by these
Marching-marching-
King george's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his
health
And I've been lacking at the agency I'm on the shelf
I copped a tesla with a glass roof it drive itself
I've ben up up on my grown shit like Steve
no Camelot
Living on the E state blocka
Ride out here don't bother
African man in dread will shoot like Drogba
Pulled by the copper
I ain't seen nada
the money new yeah b-l-u-e
See I’m quick witted when it comes to observing
See who gone switch up on me you gotta swerve em
Don’t come in my face talkin bout
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
Waddup Midwest
They forgot about the 4th coast, it aint nuttin though
What up Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas, Kentucky, Missouri
Everybody in the Lou
snack
I'm Santa Claus down to Panama beach drunk in my underalls
Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra
I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all
wall in that thing
She be bustin' back to back to back to back to back
Then dip like it's a drive-by
Pull up, beat that pussy, slide out
She be
studied by astronomists
Fuckin up your brain like the worst trained lobotomist
No, I'll never stop 'til I conquer all the continents
Compliments to homies
figures in my garage
7 Series just spark my interest I'm gon oblige
Pro black whip look like W.E.B. DuBois
Hold up, non fictional quick to say you the man
what raised me
Seem like the feds always come
When you're on E the streets fucked up
They took away the loyalty
The music business all fantasy if you ask
a thang concealed
A-B-C-D ain’t he doper than E, L-M-N-O don’t you play with a P
Homicidal in the Stu with a brew I be Cookin’ up dope throwing cumin into
of fame, lame
I should have a title and a D.E on the chain man
Re-up Gang, Pyrex over pie roll
Stir it 'til it's hard
Pop it out, let it dry slow
of fame, lame
I should have a title and a D.E on the chain man
Re-up Gang, Pyrex over pie roll
Stir it 'til it's hard
Pop it out, let it dry slow
rim size. That bitch damn near lop sideded
So many God damn hundreds that Ben Frank look cock eyed
Chillin with my nigga P.O.P.E. Don King and we in
Wake up in a daze
Too much happening, I got to get away
Gotta hit a place, that I really feel safe
Right on to 1st, I'm on my way
Bumpy ride, cause
Jack, your Queen,
Nigga who want next
Whoa
Shit I guess that's how it goes where a nigga get stretched by a candle and rose
It's not pilates
Niggas
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