Lyrics:
Shit, cops and robbers niggas be bound to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they rent
Anything
Ohhh that's my groove
Gotta call the request line
I wanna hear that tune
Said your driving me crazy
Can't get it outta my mind
Cuz I aint heard real
people are a trip, man
Put everybody down about what's up with that
Yo word, man i gotta let em know i gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl
By
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
5 mics
Hook
J.R. Writer:
You gotta feel the heathen, we guerilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season
Watch him kill
Is the time you spent in to purchase a watch worth them searching your spot
Gone get you a little nine to five
If you striving to survive or thrive
God sent wit not a cent to my name that's nonsense... here wit a knot full of wit hoping for cents in a knot... hope that don't tie your sense in
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
Kodak Blacker
Doo-doo under the bed
Fifty cent a day
Wich one should be my rapper name?
(Foenem Radio, bitch)
I also wanna give a shoutout
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Unloading on a track race car with engine revving
Truth thats as sharp as a razor by Mennen
Believe in Jesus your my dog and all dogs go
after 9
Still gotta count that cash of mine
Still gotta get yours after mine
Niggas hate that's asenine
Plays on the late night after nine
Still gotta get
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
I'm the shit, she forgot my name was Too
Come in that party with a blick, catch me dancin' with my tool
I'm totin' five years, but gotta take that risk,
Shawty hit me when you get off
Come straight here and take your shit off
Get on this train and don't you stop don't get off
Of this, until
You
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it, just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime
the marijuana grew steady
Patient inhalin', I declare that I'm a true 'meddy'
Flip racks quick to get new cheddy
I used to do edits, I've given students one
differently
I define deliberately diligent delivery
E
Coz everything is everything it's evidence
My essence is every element
Effortlessly edit your enterprise
dead it
Yeah my life is like a movie that I don’t get to edit
Look I gotta thank my Mama for believing in me
Seeing you smile allows the fire to keep
they aint never get me shit
Been five years still ain't making any sense (cents)
Just jump off if you living on the fence
I don't gotta stunt I just
another one's comin around
So The Square Roots gotta get down, bust it
Yo, I wrote this, basement, Never Never Tunnels type portion
Just to accompany
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I am Wonder
your hands in the air
If you know the government don't care
If you got on $5 underwear
But you're feeling like a fucking millionaire
And can I get
the now
Went from hangin' on blocks to hangin' on charts
Positions is part of my mission to hangin' on top
Gotta get your polly cracker or with them
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