H-o-s-t-y-l-e Lyrics - Singles - Screwball

That's right ugh, check it out 

Back in the days where the people were fresh 

It was one MC who had to pass the test 

He was down by law and he's ready to play 

That's right yawl, it's hostyle today 

Yo yo, yo 

Woke up in the morning and my eggs was part 

Turned on the boob toob saw the million man march 

Tha cops in DC had to play scared 

Gotta a, warn in plans looking at the quarters of France 

Ants in my pants so I dips in the door 

Picked up the 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 

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Lighted some butter, wu tighten my gutter 

Shouted lover to those hungry 

Put holes in they clothes 

Bitch niggas throwing weak shit in the game 

On the streets, smoking dough and leak on the heap 

H-o-s-t-y-l-e 

(The drug pushers and face musher's) 

Those them types that fuck with me 

(Throw ya Henny in the sky) 

H-o-s-t-y-l-e 

(The bread winners, the money getters) 

Those them types that fuck with me 

(Let's get this m-o-n-e-y) 

H-o-s-t-y-l-e 

(The Henny guzzlers and the Henny huzzelers) 

Those them types that fuck with me 

(This is serious b-i) 

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H-o-s-t-y-l-e 

(The thug chicks who loved it) 

Those them types that fuck with me 

(Let's get this money till we die) 

Climax a vocal like the local weed spot 

Dimebags I go through, I'm at the 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 forty 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 with laughter 

Told me to meet me a quarter after three 

And smacker her on the ass cheek 

Ghetto thug classy, if you ask me, if you ask me 

H-o-s-t-y-l-e 

(The drug pushers and face musher's) 

Those them types that fuck with me 

(Throw ya Henny in the sky) 

H-o-s-t-y-l-e 

(The bread winners, the money getters) 

Those them types that fuck with me 

(Let's get this m-o-n-e-y) 

H-o-s-t-y-l-e 

(The Henny guzzlers and the Henny huzzelers) 

Those them types that fuck with me 

(This is serious b-i) 

H-o-s-t-y-l-e 

(The thug chicks who loved it) 

Those them types that fuck with me 

(Let's get this money till we die) 

To all dem types that fuck with me 

For qb and so on, the hyrdro crew 

Mike Heron, Jerry Familiar 

And my enginer, Max Zzzzz 

(Zzzzz zzzzz) 

Mo greens baby 

To my man untouchable violence, what up 

This our dudes, prince from pa rule 

Yeah to the Mobb Deep and to the infamous Mobb 

That's right, girl J Nicky Brown 

To my three kids, get down baby 

Yeah, it's on, Fredrick and my man Calito 

What to all my people, ugh 

The who hand clique, terrific mud explicit 

H-o-s-t-y-l-e 

(The drug pushers and face musher's) 

Those them types that fuck with me 

(Throw ya Henny in the sky) 

H-o-s-t-y-l-e 

(The bread winners, the money getters) 

Those them types that fuck with me 

(Let's get this m-o-n-e-y) 

H-o-s-t-y-l-e 

(The Henny guzzlers and the Henny huzzelers) 

Those them types that fuck with me 

(This is serious b-i) 

H-o-s-t-y-l-e 

(The thug chicks who loved it) 

Those them types that fuck with me 

(Let's get this money till we die)