Hangman Lyrics - Church Of Realities - Hed Pe

For the real fans, here goes a 

Hangman 

Hey yo, Wesstyle, what up JS? 

Let me get a hit off some of that marijuana shit 

Here it is, 'cause you know iz gotsta be real high 

When I'm feelin ta jump in the cut 

With some of that G-punk shit 

Baby, my people, take a ride with me, come on 

Yes, yes, ya'll the M.C.U.D. 

Representin the hed 

Kickin vibes of unity 

On a trip hop tip 

Yeah, niggas hitch a ride white boys too 

In the car with the hed crew, whatcha gonna do 

On a mission of unity, rollin' in the '96, fuck you 

If ya punk head ain't down with this 

Trip hop for the hoes of OC 

Kickin my flows for by bros in HB 

Land of the dancers, skins and sprakheads, the hydro, the X 

And the sugar cubes for ya'llz heads 

And it's an everyday thang 

Black flys, head beanie 

Check khakis steady hang, dang 

Duffs on my feet so I kick 

Cuttin styles like Calvin 

I'm inclined to go big 

Comin' comin' long on this G-punk trip 

We got the funk hardcore on the chaos tip 

Now, recognize game when you see it 

Got my niggaz at my back cold strapped if I need it 

Time, time, who got the time? 

Fuck it up up, who got the soul? 

Let it flow, I got nothin' better to do 

I'm 'bouta fuck wit you, fuck it up wit you 

Time time, who got the time? 

Fuck it up, up, who got the soul? 

Let it flow, I got nothin' better to do 

I got nothin' better to do 

BC 

Rock this muthafucker 

You see they be breakin' this nigga 

And they makin' the mold, ya know it said 

Yeah the story told, how the world is cold 

Yet the man is bold 

Expose the funky head to let the truth unfold 

Ya see me comin' and comin' 

Ya see me comin' up 

Ya see me comin' and comin' 

Ya see me comin' out on top 

I'm the brotha that you just can't stop 

I break 'em off, so I break 'em off 

I break 'em off, so I break 'em off 

I break 'em off, so I break 'em off 

Good Lord 

My little brotha got caught with some rocks in his pocket 

My nigga from the ghetto had no counsel to fight it 

Probation, the violation 

In through the out door another vacation 

Now ya doin time, no reason no rhyme 

Paybacks on your mind, betta get in like 

Time ain't on my side but I still got my pride 

The hednigga is a soul alive 

Time, time, who got the time? 

Fuck it up up, who got the soul? 

Let it flow, I got nothin' better to do 

I'm 'bouta fuck wit you, fuck it up wit you 

Time time, who got the time? 

Fuck it up, up, who got the soul? 

Let it flow, I got nothin better to do 

I got nothin' better to do 

I got nothin' better to do 

I got nothin' better to do 

I got nothin' better to do 

I got nothin' better to do 

I got nothin' better to do 

I break 'em off, so I break 'em off 

I break 'em off, so I break 'em off 

I break 'em off, so I break 'em off 

Smoke a phat joint ta this 

I'm a contenta, I'll rock a party 

Till the muthafuckin roof come in 

Yeah it's on fire, burnin' like some pussy 

In the mornin' had all night to simmer 

White girl wakes up like dick be in her 

Damn 

I was fuckin' since ya had your first Barbie 

Easy bake oven you was pissin' in ya panties 

Ain't shit you can do that ain't been done 

No, nothin's wrong with you my girl 

Ain't the one, ain't the one