Lyrics:
show you some grace?
Give you a pass and tell you He would carry the weight?
Do you smile more, wonder what it's like when you pray?
Is He standing in
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa dog
It's killa dog, I'll kill you dog, dog
Yeah, check it out now
Yeah
What means the world to you
to keep a roll of them bitches like which one (one one)
(its the boss)
(radio killer)
Its not a dream baby
(radio killer killer killer)
Or is it a dream
You know me, though
Alcohol and God and all that shit that comes involved with it
Takes time, man, you know what I mean
I got some screws loose in
But by now you know it's true
Guess I like sinners better than fascists
And I guess that makes me a dreamer too
In the year of 1945, you saw
trouble than the average
Just made twenty five and I'm livin' like a savage
Being a G, it ain't no easy thing
'Cause you could fuck around, get crossed
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
It's Da Boss
It gets no better than this
Maybach Music!
Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin',
Gold Emblem with 2 M's in it
bang nigga
Yeah, nigga
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
their hands
And make their own choices
No longer do they want to go along with the program
'Cause everybody say it's right
You know what I mean
to disperse?
Alright, I'll leave, but when I come back it's gonna be 20 G's a verse, nigga
[Chorus]
Be Jealous, when you see me on the T.V. Screen whiling
away paradise
Make you wanna touch the sky
Like the highest mountain peak
As the ocean goes deep
I wanna dance with that woman, yeah
Dance with
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
day goes by, little time machine,
I'm raking my brain over what it might mean
Just to claim the time and to turn away,
To make today today.
Who
She'll probably tell you I wrote a song and put your story inside it, fuck
I forgot to tell you, I'm like a famous rapper now
Signed a record deal, I
I wake up and got four or
Five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an OG if yaint heard about me
I put four or five
that kush, and you a ****in ???
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint
it's the way I smile, when I hear your name
It's the little things that you do, that mean so much
It's the care that you put, into every touch
It's
$5,000 a plate
No doubt, kid, I hit them niggas like a bid
The prosecutor, runnin' up in your crib
Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely
It's
liquor
Can't find the killer, damn and it hurt man
Whoadie on a t-shirt, they dropped him in the dirt man
And the sister, she was trippin' man
Askin'
thought that I
Could ever find someone
Just having you around
Is so much fun
You're right here by my side
Just like I knew you would
And it feels so good
give
The O, the O for the One that we live
The V, the V for the vibrant letter
The E which means it lasts forEver
Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever,
by the neck
Any way I touch you, walk with me..
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR
This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!)
This ain't the way it's
your support don't mean you're buyin' me
I'm buyin' back the land owned by the slave masters
Where my ancestors lived, just to say a rapper
Made
On what hip hop mean to you, whether physical or in your spiritual
Form, liver than your black college dorm
Indecisive niggas swarm lets git it on
You
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