Blow The Horns

歌詞

We comin' at you live from the home of the pine box, hit 'em up Every block, every boulevard, get 'em up You know the name in the game, whattup doe We still bang, bang, band, whattup doe Up in the spot, you wild black at Down a couple of bottles and party your pants sag It's poppin' off dawg, oh, you gangsta with it It's poppin' off dawg, let's get gangsta with it Yeah, when shit pops off in the club it's all us It ain't Henny, it's all heart and all guts Try to remember me from when the real niggaz cussed And we have our pride, live niggaz throw it up 'Bout to switch the game, I'm doin ball stacks I'm rollin in the Presidential lane, I ain't playin' I still do it with Foxx, still do it with Tef Still do it with Fame still do it to death I Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em What'chu think you like me? You ain't like me Nigga you a punk, my homies get it in and we let it out A pistol in the waist is mo' different From a pistol in the trunk So, act up if you want it Y'all know me, I'm gon' keep it Olde English 800 F I Z Z Y dub-oh-mack Brownsville where you at? Where you at? Niggaz wonder how me and Fame remain strong Five albums, six deals and we still on My lil' homies trainin' to bang, we straight arm To let 'em feel the pain of the game we play God So now, we back nigga with straight bombs And in fact nigga it's napalm So stay calm, I get to twitchin' my arm Grippin' hittin' you with e'rythin' I got in my palm now Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em Here's your chance to advance Get in your stance, I shoot the holster off of cowboy pants I borrow a rap line from a legend and put it with mine Whatever rapper shit is hooder than mine? This is Brook-Nam phenomenon, yeah, the whole nine yards You know that old bullshit that we be on 'Cause where we at we adapt to drama And I tackle the track like you yapped my momma I've been branded and labeled a bandit Stuck in the cut on some quicksand shit One motion, pull click ass clique I'm full and I'm focused you hoes just don't fit For y'all niggaz thinkin' I'm sick and then hopeless I'm just winnin' and bringin' the dope shit So I slay y'all, you get what you pay for We ain't forfeit the game, we was above the radar nigga Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em