H-o-s-t-l-e Lyrics by Screwball

H-o-s-t-l-e Lyrics


    [intro]
    That's right ugh, check it out
    Back in tha days where tha people were fresh
    It was one mc who had to pass tha test
    He was down by law, and he's ready to play
    That's right yawl, it's hostyle today

    [verse 1]
    Yo yo, yo
    Woke up in tha morning and my eggs was part
    Turned on tha boob 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 butter, wu tighten my gutter
    Shouted lover, to those hungry
    Put holes in they clothes
    Bitch niggas throwing weak shit in tha game
    On tha streets, smoking dough and leak on tha heap

    [chorus]
    H-o-s-t-y-l-e
    (tha drug pushers and face mushers)
    Those them types that fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck wit me
    (this is serious b-i)
    H-o-s-t-y-l-e
    (tha thug chicks who loved it)
    Those them types that fuck wit me
    (lets get this money till we die)

    [verse 2]
    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 qauter after three, and smacker her on tha ass cheek
    Ghetto thug classy, if you ask me, if you ask me

    [chorus]
    H-o-s-t-y-l-e
    (tha drug pushers and face mushers)
    Those them types that fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck wit me
    (this is serious b-i)
    H-o-s-t-y-l-e
    (tha thug chicks who loved it)
    Those them types that fuck wit me
    (lets get this money till we die)

    [bridge]
    To all dem types that fuck wit me
    For qb and so on, tha hyrdro crew
    Mike heron, jerry familar
    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 tha mobb deep, and to tha 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
    Tha who hand clique, terrific mud explicit

    [chorus]
    H-o-s-t-y-l-e
    (tha drug pushers and face mushers)
    Those them types that fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck wit me
    (this is serious b-i)
    H-o-s-t-y-l-e
    (tha thug chicks who loved it)
    Those them types that fuck wit me
    (lets get this money till we die)

    *fading out*

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