[Intro]
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That's right ugh, check it out
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Back in tha days where tha people were fresh
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It was one mc who had to pass tha test
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He was down by law, and he's ready to play
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That's right yawl, it's hostyle today
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[Verse 1]
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Yo yo, yo
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Woke up in tha morning and my eggs was part
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Turned on tha boob toob saw tha million man march
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Tha cops in dc, had to play scared
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Gotta a, warn in plans looking at tha quaters of france
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Ants in my pants so i dips in tha door
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Picked up tha keys, caught a telephone call
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She yelling bones in my sounds swell
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I'm like why can't, a brother can't rise up
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All i'm hearing is clobbers, hung up
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Lighted some butter, wu tighten my gutter
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Shouted lover, to those hungry
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Put holes in they clothes
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Bitch niggas throwing weak shit in tha game
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On tha streets, smoking dough and leak on tha heap
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[Chorus]
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H-o-s-t-y-l-e
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(tha drug pushers and face mushers)
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Those them types that fuck wit me
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(throw ya henny in tha sky)
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H-o-s-t-y-l-e
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(tha bread winners, tha money getters)
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Those them types that fuck wit me
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(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
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H-o-s-t-y-l-e
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(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
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Those them types that fuck wit me
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(this is serious b-i)
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H-o-s-t-y-l-e
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(tha thug chicks who loved it)
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Those them types that fuck wit me
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(lets get this money till we die)
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[Verse 2]
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Climax a vocal, like tha local weed spot
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Dime bags i go through, i'm at tha penical of smoke signals
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Tree's in a tight squeeze, night breeze
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For i blow hair might freeze, somebody give me a light please
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Matter fact i got matches i strike these don
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Son where you coming from, vernon fourty one
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Here ya shorty come, know she calling me for what
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She ignoring me, unless she horny and i got some trojans on me
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I just stop start smiling, hands on her hips posing for me
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I limped over wit laughter
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Told me to meet me a qauter after three, and smacker her on tha ass cheek
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Ghetto thug classy, if you ask me, if you ask me
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[Chorus]
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H-o-s-t-y-l-e
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(tha drug pushers and face mushers)
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Those them types that fuck wit me
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(throw ya henny in tha sky)
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H-o-s-t-y-l-e
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(tha bread winners, tha money getters)
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Those them types that fuck wit me
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(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
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H-o-s-t-y-l-e
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(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
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Those them types that fuck wit me
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(this is serious b-i)
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H-o-s-t-y-l-e
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(tha thug chicks who loved it)
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Those them types that fuck wit me
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(lets get this money till we die)
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[Bridge]
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To all dem types that fuck wit me
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For qb and so on, tha hyrdro crew
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Mike heron, jerry familar
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And my enginer, max zzzzz (zzzzz zzzzz)
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Mo greens baby
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To my man untouchable violence, what up
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This our dudes, prince from pa rule
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Yeah to tha mobb deep, and to tha infamous mobb
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That's right, girl j nicky brown
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To my three kids, get down baby
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Yeah, it's on, fredrick and my man calito
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What, to all my people, ugh
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Tha who hand clique, terrific mud explicit
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[Chorus]
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H-o-s-t-y-l-e
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(tha drug pushers and face mushers)
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Those them types that fuck wit me
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(throw ya henny in tha sky)
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H-o-s-t-y-l-e
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(tha bread winners, tha money getters)
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Those them types that fuck wit me
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(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
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H-o-s-t-y-l-e
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(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
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Those them types that fuck wit me
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(this is serious b-i)
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H-o-s-t-y-l-e
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(tha thug chicks who loved it)
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Those them types that fuck wit me
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(lets get this money till we die)
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*fading out*
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H-O-S-T-L-E
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| Screwball |
