Lyrics:
Absolutely no one under 17 will be admitted
Without parent or certified adult guardian
They'll fry your brain, they're sick as hell
Jolly good fun,
used by dopes
Fuck around and get rocked for three notes
And fuck your bitch ass alligators
When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge, my man's dough
for?"
She said "Terrific Sex", yeah that's who and the diamonds is no vitar
Used to be a broke nigga from the BX, now I'm rich got the world screamin
on my triceps duddy y'all is funny to me
You thought I came by myself nope
It's money with me
It's the root of all evil
But the need of all people yours
argue
Wit a crazy mi mi mi mi mind
You ought-a know by now
Is that all you get for your money?)
Big jewels and they iced out
Nice trucks Big rims piped
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
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
hide in the shadows
Never caught by the feds I move too slick
Like Usain Bolt I be moving too quick
Got a big brain I am not a dumb hick
See me IRL y'all
6 men sit with the dice and the cards
Matchbox clip for the stogey cigars
Roll in the crypt hope for triple the price
Dish licked cleaned by fixing
starving
Surrounded by this green like a farmer
Aye, aye, ayeee
Bitch, when I get greedy, get up out my way, I'm hungry
Rest in peace big greedy, now I'm
me
When the sun goes down
I'm alone stuck in the city
Trynna fill up the void in my bed with something pretty
Finished your hair you put on your pants
celebrate, project out, this yellow mane
I'm looking like Mufasa to these sheep (Sheep, sheep, sheep)
Fuck all of your EPs, album-length, you see me
I'm
Swiss
On Thursday we poppin bottles
We celebrating we winning
We on colossal
We on some big shit
We on some big shit
We on some big shit
They on some kid
to God that everything was fine
(Swear) live by the code, you do the crime
Gotta do the time (Ayy do your time)
She from the Hills
Her daddy rich and she
the M-I-crooked
Just to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I'm
She Wants the realest Brown boy from the block
Hottest brownboy in the spot
She wants ZedKay cuz im a Big boss
Big man i be callin the shots
Stack
Thank you for tuning in with NahTheWiz
You know imma just get a couple things off my chest real quick before we really get into the album
You know
your head off
You was talking big
What you scared for
Like biggie said, niggas dead wrong
They identify you by your headstone
They identify you by your
survival
Now everybody wants to be next American idol
But these are more than just songs pressed up your vinyl
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we
sugar
Sugar sugar sugar sugar sugar
Ah, it ain't over child
Your racing car
Raised by the boldness
You know you are
Your lips like cherries
on my city and thinkin' this shit a game (think this shit a game)
We don't play fair, drive-bys right in front of the daycare (ah)
We spray hairpin
a friend
Back then we was balling out now homie is floppin' on meds
Pray he playing pretend
But you know that game never end
Big city make you feel small
Tulane
Drunk and drivin in two lanes
Dirt Reynolds, that's the new name
Dip out and handle a few thangs
Bet I come back a rich man
Some of these cats is
they won't
stop it
Though it's just my dad's mum and la mama de la mama'
Played your mum my album and she's like "T come on
by!"
And I'll come
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