You Bring on the Sun (JayDom Remix Radio Edit)

歌詞

[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 [Hostyle] 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, food tight in 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] 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 love dick) Those them types that fuck wit me (lets get this money till we die) [Hostyle] 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 quarter after three, And smacked her on the ass cheek Ghetto thug classy, if you ask me, if you ask me [Chorus] [Hostyle] Aiyyo its Queensbridge, Kyron, KL, and Poet is who I flow with And you know it that (Those tha types that fuck with me) And stuck with me thick and thin Industry dog kickin in, ways wicked to win Mo' green baby, attendin the warfare, yeah it all seems crazy HAAA'STYLE, yeah I fiend for the gravy SCREWBALL, yeah we ?need to? like babies Dogs locked up in the kennel Going at the pops, calling the kennel black Cock the metal back, and settle that Vibe level that, rhyme rebel rap, so I don't miss it Yeah, we the who head click so everybody twist it [Chorus]