Screwball - H-O-S-T-Y-L-E (Radio Edit) lyrics

* 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