Lyrics:
a contact high, my name buzzin'
And I came in the game with nothin', stop frontin' nigga
Talk shit now
The year of the Blacksmith is not defined by any
It's jumping off in H-Town, baby
Strictly for the funk lovers, give it to me
And we really want the whole world to see
How it goes
We want
with no common sense
Hip hop started in the west
Ice cube bailing through the east without a vest
[W.C]
Now as I look to my riznight and to my left
nights missing all the stars
All the sad young men drifting through the town
Drinking up the night trying not to drown
All the sad young men singing in
What's a guy gotta do
To get a girl in this town
Well ask anybody I'm a pretty good guy
And the looks decent wagon didn't pass me by
There ain't
to re-introduce myself!
My name is Hov! H-to-the-O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then, you can call me
The CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'!
Fresh
the motherfuckin G
to the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin ho
I had to come up strong to get where I'm at
Moved by myself, I had nobody to watch my back
or etch-a-sketch
Niggas you ain't even close
Shake it up and reset (Yes, sir)
I shop till I drop in Roppongi Hills
But don't follow shit, ain't nothin' free
I spit for the cabbage, grind with a mission
And put Capitol Records
In missionary positions
Used to love HER like Common
But then you get signed
yourself 'cause 'nough homicide a gwan in de area
I hear some niggas clockin' major on the other side of town
Strictly slidin' for a proper come up
Nations for treasons and
Conquer their regions
Smash in their kingdoms and
Stomp on their leaders
Four figures of killers that's
Haunted by demons
Attacked
went?
Ringin' the bell, heard a yell but wasn't sure
Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door
Slow music, H-Town, no that's down low
gangsta that died by the sword
Used to smoke blunt to the back of Encore
Drive up town, in like ten cars or more
Tryin' to see some that we never seen
Bad & bougie get full of dat liquor had ha pants down
Super ratchet bitch I met ha somewhere outta H-town
Back in 14 few lil bitches callin me by
bring it from the floor up.
I won't be in town long, babe, it's time to go up.
Baby Tell me what you doin' here all by yourself.
I know he left you high
something, then you feel me
Selling H Town by the fitten
I'm the lil nigga with the mouth full
When it come to guns I got a house full
If you called your girl,
more that i really can't feel 'nothin
Calm and collected panic attack
Qualms in perfecting shit that i lack
Taking loses more than i won
Hurts even more
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
you got's to be real
If you hangin' in that third, you best's be out to kill
'cause we walk by, fight by, drive by to
Hang a forty five and a ap medal
Rainier Nights
I'll tell you it what it was, it was good timin'
On those Rainier Nights
That's the story of my life
In a small town state of mind
Those are
All the thing's I coulda done
I didn't do nothin'
All the words I shoulda said
I didn't say nothin'
Ive had one night stands
Slept in vans
And lived
O Little Town of Bethlehem
(Lewis H. Redner - Phillips Brooks)
O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see Thee lie
Above Thy deep and dreamless
Yo it goes tellin' hoes bobbin Saturday 3'o clock on Melrose shoppin
Six pm flight for more club hoppin'
Landing at H town, damn they got it
spoon in her mouth
Her daddy said he wouldn't stand
For Rachael to waste her life with a common man
He tried hard to keep them apart
But you can't
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