Lyrics:
girls spread out and drop seeds like they're farmers
They're old as their momma's, the same age as their aunt
And the neighborhood drunk men and that
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
Sitting by the dance floor checkin' it out
Watchin' the man with fast feet
He's got the hippest threads and the bad boogaloo
And a big ol' bag of tricks
i can see the park You can't tell me nothing in my big box yeah
At night lay and look up at the sky People walking by, walking by way up never look
And you know I sip on that Easter pink
And you know that I roll up a big tree, call it palm
And I got another nigga bitch with me, call her calm
Said her
almost too bright to see
And I know that it's not a party if it happens every night
Pretending there's glamor and candelabra
When you're drinking by
the track running like a stampeed
This is not what you get when I'm happy
I break pockets down to they fat free
Walk around with my hair nappy
Life life
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
the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by hoes
What's that rhythm what's that sound
Party people getting down
When it
the woman on our party line's a nosey thing
She picks up her receiver when she knows it's my ring
Why don't you mind your own business (mind your own
vision was blurry, the party was rockin
The tools was knockin, honey want to get it poppin'
Try my best to chill, she was fresh out of Brazil
People was
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
problems, and everybody's got their pain
I thank The Lord for the sunshine today and the farmer thanks him for the rain
Some people fall into money. Other
oh oh
The party people he said oh oh
Uh uh uh, oh oh check it check it
Driftin' on a memory brought forth
From a fifth of Hennesey as in times
bad wiring. Some people said if you looked
between the cracks of the floorboards of our
dance floor you would see Hell. If you ever
went there, you
and everybody's got their pain
I thank The Lord for the sunshine today and the farmer thanks him for the rain
Some people fall into money. Other people fall in love
selfies
Point me to the money
Point me to the money
Business, big business
Maybach business
If you ain't with it I don't fuck with you
You
and an outdoor disco
With bad wiring. Some people said if you looked
Between the cracks of the floorboards of our
Dance floor you would see Hell. If you ever
problems, and everybody's got their pain.
I thank The Lord for the sunshine today and the farmer thanks him for the rain.
Some people fall into money. Other
and everybody's got their pain
I thank The Lord for the sunshine today and the farmer thanks him for the rain
Some people fall into money. Other people fall in love
friends I don't seek
And money ain't about shit
Except for old greed
And I don't need a mansion
By a big white beach
Gimme a fuckin' double wide
By
So many people gotta show off,
So much of what they say i gotta blow off,
Its hard to find the truth between the lies that they throw out
Realities
Now when I get big money I stash some
See a watch I like, I just grab one
Party and bullshit, book trips have fun (Come on)
Get paid, get
of you
Reminds me of you
Yes, party people, we drop and feet go,
Some make your fist-pump, hands up and feet go,
Crazy look at all these ladies
Tonight
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