Lyrics:
digging all my flows
She wanna' give me Sloppy Joe
In the backseat of a Rolls
I can't choose when i'm away
So I do Eenie,Meenie,Mo
Catch a tiger by the toe
it's not even hard
Cop a squat. I wanna slide
This is how we go side to side
Slide it across. Turn it clockwise
Swiffer Wet Jet can take it wide
Tidy up!
and dump the burner
Dirty Old Man the dark net Nat Turner
We be banging mics, and catching like
And knocking lights out
Everytime i see you on T.V.
All i
Used to be chumps, now we never plateau
Makin' big bucks, starting to take control
I got the flow, yeah you already know
Used to be broke, but now im
him know, never mind yo, I need you to go
Take this snow up to 1-5-0, see Joe
Get that, come back with that, we can split that, sit back
Fuck, puff
Rather Chill On Da Mill Before I Waste It Bra
Big House On The Hill Pick Ya Faces Up
Reson Being These Niggas Dont Play With Us
All Real In The Field
Life's relentless
The days merge to one, no sign of difference
Gotta take my mind off, find a system
To give me purpose like knives to kitchens
and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain't talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I'm already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down,
him)
Block with a Tina Turner
Lock that rave off, party pooper (lock that)
Nowadays I can't even speak my mind
'Cah they might try blackball me
To keep us at bay
Our cup runneth over
Because we guided by Faith
They gentrifying the hood to take it away
But we stronger together
So we still makin a way
the name of the greats the new and the old I'm Puerto Rican and Cuban
That means I'm half Big Pun and half Fat Joe (Yeah)
They used to bat they eye I
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
the dirt
Aiming at the head imma hit you where it hurt
If you made the bed I'll put him down first
Ain't never lied when I put it in a verse
Gun to big it
veggies so I turn up
But the opp don’t like them they know where I’m at and don’t turn up
Life’s a trip I make a wish tummy turner
Do a drip I take a sip
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2.
Ol' head said reality is fake an' fake's the new real
Nuttin' but
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
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
drink an E-40 I drink a Maxine Water
And take a D-Shot
And this is done by choice, not by force
I didn't wanna burn her
It was either right or left, I
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno (woah)
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Fat Joe (woo)
And understand I got the gift of speech
it
I just rolled em up tryn get fried so ima burn em
Spent a stimmy on a glizzy nigga Ian fighting
I been getting cash got more checks than joe
keep it coo lil baby I'm the trillest)
I'm him nigga, rev the engines up heem heem
Himmy neutron
Himmy turner
Himmy Hendrix
Feed me in the post I'm Him
him know, never mind yo, I need you to go
Take this snow up to 1-5-0, see Joe
Get that, come back with that, we can split that, sit back
Fuck, puff
Need a new arena by next winter
Think I'm ballin' too big for Civic Center
Uh huh
So you're just not gonna call?
I don't wanna keep making this a thing
the demons fear me
Cause I do it for his name
Never for the fame
It would be a shame
If I were to die in vain
Don't take me for a fool
Never sell my soul
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