* not "edited" for censorship but to contain a new third verse
[Intro]
That's right ugh, check it out
Back in tha days where tha people were fresh
It was one mc who had to pa** tha test
He was down by law, and he's ready to play
That's right yawl, it's hostyle today
[Hostyle]
Yo yo, yo
Woke up in tha morning and my eggs was part
Turned on tha b**b toob saw tha million man march
Tha cops in DC, had to play scared
Gotta a, warn in plans looking at tha quaters of France
Ants in my pants so i dips in tha door
Picked up tha keys, caught a telephone call
She yelling bones in my sounds swell
I'm like why can't, a brother can't rise up
All i'm hearing is clobbers, hung up
Lighted some bu*ter, food tight in my gutter
Shouted lover, to those hungry
Put holes in they clothes
b**h n***as throwing weak sh** in tha game
On tha streets, smoking dough and leak on tha heap
Chorus: Hostyle
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha drug pushers and face mushers)
Those them types that f** wit me
(throw ya henny in tha sky)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha bread winners, tha money getters)
Those them types that f** wit me
(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
Those them types that f** wit me
(this is serious b-i)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha thug chicks who love dick)
Those them types that f** wit me
(lets get this money till we die)
[Hostyle]
Climax a vocal, like tha local weed spot
Dime bags i go through, I'm at tha penical of smoke signals
Tree's in a tight squeeze, night breeze
For i blow hair might freeze, somebody give me a light please
Matter fact I got matches I strike these don
Son where you coming from, vernon fourty one
Here ya shorty come, know she calling me for what
She ignoring me, unless she horny and I got some trojans on me
I just stop start smiling, hands on her hips posing for me
I limped over wit laughter
Told me to meet me a quarter after three
And smacked her on the a** cheek
Ghetto thug cla**y, if you ask me, if you ask me
Chorus
[Hostyle]
Aiyyo its Queensbridge, Kyron, KL, and Poet is who I flow with
And you know it that (Those tha types that f** with me)
And stuck with me thick and thin
Industry dog kickin in, ways wicked to win
Mo' green baby, attendin the warfare, yeah it all seems crazy
HAAA'STYLE, yeah I fiend for the gravy
SCREWBALL, yeah we ?need to? like babies
Dogs locked up in the kennel
Going at the pops, calling the kennel black
co*k the metal back, and settle that
Vibe level that, rhyme rebel rap, so I don't miss it
Yeah, we the who head click so everybody twist it
Chorus