Lyrics:
baby hang outside with the brothers
Come back, cake on the bed the size of the covers
Shot 5 with a sucka, another five with a trucker
Took a hit
fillin gup the room
When Booker jammed with Eric at the funky 5 spot
And Jimmy Cob's job was laying crashes on the top
Butter cops his lid at this
not pretty when it hits you in the face.
Hey, come on let's play a song.
Two or three or four.
Five or if you want more.
Or maybe you got
(Translation)
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Two pills I pop, 'til my
the breeze
You can walk on coals of fire
But sometimes you must freeze
There are times when you offend me
cnd I do the same to you
If we can't or won't forget
stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til' the new year drop
To the, tick-tock yah don't stop
To the, tick-tock yah don't stop
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
when you covered in ice
Hit the high price, I can get precise
Takin' her down on a private flight, ayy
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money
in your clique, I'm bawlin' wit'cha trick
Golden rocks fallin' off my neck and wrists
When I breeze by, you be groovin' in the midst
Of my cycle,
"Like an all-day sucker!"
[Breeze]
It's two o'clock, and who that knockin on the door?
It's like a drum, that's Momma Dukes, ballin, callin me
I sure could use an attaboy
Or a big old high five
I'd love to hear, "you're killing it, dude"
Yeah, it's been a long time
Since I hit one out
Sun shinin', breeze and shit
Take it all in, 'cause one day it could all-
Precious Lord, please take my hand
Yeah, yeah, how does it get any better
when I kill the lights
Sack up everything
Don't mean nothin' with a fuckin' knife
Five and four, and three, and two, and one
Now we in the buildin',
Known to swing big
This is par 5 at the Masters
The side-eyes hardly matter
Fuck all the gossip and chatter
I'm gaining weight now, my
Pockets are fatter,
When I bang this its dangerous
Niggas go brainless
So bang this with the four-five stainless
And understand that you looking at the famous
West-coast
nigga, you better D up
And when I come by, bitch, you better be up
Ass up, face in the pillow
I don't give a fizzle
Got to do my bizzle
The only
we're dry
And when we're lookin' like a roach, hit the lights
Before you say goodnight though
Let's make a toast yo
This ain't about this, that, what,
about life, that was when I was five.
It's true that some days are more than grey,
But we learn to get by day by day.
I'm a strong oak tree like my
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
business, got my eyes on ends
Homies said they're your homies, some niggas pretend
Forget about your ass, when you hit that pen'
Jay Rock and Nipsey, yeah
Under Siege
When I'm in L.A. the six-four is ill
When I'm in the A-T-L it's the Coupe DeVille
When I'm down in Miami, I'm hoppin through
With
faces that we meet
Every step a joyful glow
Caught by Cupid's golden bow
Cupid's bow it aims so true
Hits me when I'm close to you
Love is bright it
this money now,
Cause I'm out here living this hustlers life.
I be working all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind.
that problem i'm proud not terrified i walk with myself rusty feel better
hit downtown at five
new place new weather
light breeze forty-nine
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