M.o.p. - Blow The Horns lyrics

We comin' at you live from the home of the pine box, hit 'em up Every block, every boulevard, get 'em up You know the name in the game, whattup doe We still bang, bang, band, whattup doe Up in the spot, you wild black at Down a couple of bottles and party your pants sag It's poppin' off dawg, oh, you gangsta with it It's poppin' off dawg, let's get gangsta with it Yeah, when sh** pops off in the club it's all us It ain't Henny, it's all heart and all guts Try to remember me from when the real n***az cussed And we have our pride, live n***az throw it up 'Bout to switch the game, I'm doin ball stacks I'm rollin in the Presidential lane, I ain't playin' I still do it with Foxx, still do it with Tef Still do it with Fame still do it to d**h I Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em What'chu think you like me? You ain't like me n***a you a punk, my homies get it in and we let it out A pistol in the waist is mo' different From a pistol in the trunk So, act up if you want it Y'all know me, I'm gon' keep it Olde English 800 F I Z Z Y dub-oh-mack Brownsville where you at? Where you at? n***az wonder how me and Fame remain strong Five albums, six deals and we still on My lil' homies trainin' to bang, we straight arm To let 'em feel the pain of the game we play God So now, we back n***a with straight bombs And in fact n***a it's napalm So stay calm, I get to twitchin' my arm Grippin' hittin' you with e'rythin' I got in my palm now Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em Here's your chance to advance Get in your stance, I shoot the holster off of cowboy pants I borrow a rap line from a legend and put it with mine Whatever rapper sh** is hooder than mine? This is Brook-Nam phenomenon, yeah, the whole nine yards You know that old bullsh** that we be on 'Cause where we at we adapt to drama And I tackle the track like you yapped my momma I've been branded and labeled a bandit Stuck in the cut on some quicksand sh** One motion, pull click a** clique I'm full and I'm focused you hoes just don't fit For y'all n***az thinkin' I'm sick and then hopeless I'm just winnin' and bringin' the dope sh** So I slay y'all, you get what you pay for We ain't forfeit the game, we was above the radar n***a Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em