H-O-S-T-Y-L-E Lyrics

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

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)

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 cheekScrewball - H-O-S-T-Y-L-E - http://motolyrics.com/screwball/h-o-s-t-y-l-e-lyrics.html

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)