| 作曲 : Heron, Ivey | |
| 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] |
| zuo qu : Heron, Ivey | |
| 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 | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha drug pushers and face mushers | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| throw ya henny in tha sky | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha bread winners, tha money getters | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| lets get this money | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| this is serious bi | |
| Hostyle | |
| 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 | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha drug pushers and face mushers | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| throw ya henny in tha sky | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha bread winners, tha money getters | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| lets get this money | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| this is serious bi | |
| Hostyle | |
| 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 | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha drug pushers and face mushers | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| throw ya henny in tha sky | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha bread winners, tha money getters | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| lets get this money | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| this is serious bi | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha thug chicks who loved it | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| lets get this money till we die | |
| fading out |
| zuò qǔ : Heron, Ivey | |
| 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 | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha drug pushers and face mushers | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| throw ya henny in tha sky | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha bread winners, tha money getters | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| lets get this money | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| this is serious bi | |
| Hostyle | |
| 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 | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha drug pushers and face mushers | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| throw ya henny in tha sky | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha bread winners, tha money getters | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| lets get this money | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| this is serious bi | |
| Hostyle | |
| 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 | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha drug pushers and face mushers | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| throw ya henny in tha sky | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha bread winners, tha money getters | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| lets get this money | |
| Hostyle | |
| tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers | |
| Those them types that fuck wit me | |
| this is serious bi | |
| Hostyle | |
| 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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