They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? Yeah, man I'm like woh Kimosabe Your
I thought you were the one When I heard 'Holidays In The Sun' come from your bedroom But my mind started to stray when I saw 'Youth Of Today' Mixed with
I play in a band We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsey & France. I play one mean guitar & then score at the bar There's a line o'chicks
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it 'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic Old material bitch Gold-digging for them tender dicks A real nigga
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass Fuck around and kill yo ass (Say what?) I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass I'm having
[Trick Daddy] We gon' let the band deal with this Ha ha, mmm-hmm M-I-A Style, heh, old school Uh hah.. Okay, shut up! [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Ah hah,
whoa now bitch,yah fill me whoa now.peace an if dont like well than shit on u.
[Old lady (girl)] Hello (Hello um.. is Tony home) No Tony ain't here baby he not here (Oh, he ain't their well can u give him a message) Yeah what u want
[Trick Daddy inhaling] Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here [Mystikal:] I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke down yo'
[Verse 1: Money Mark] It's hard for a nigga just to breathe in the streets Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets Nigga's bleeding in the streets
Let's see, what to do today? Fuck that I'm goin to get my money This one in a Thuggin memory That thug nigga Hollywood nigga I did this one in that nigga
[Trick Daddy] 'Posed to be... Land of the free I don't see how Count me in Uh America Oh America Ha-ha-ha America (America) Sweet land of liberty y'all
Now, first off all, y'all hoes should know a nigga don't work fo' y'all My dogs don't give a fuck and we'll fuck you sluts on coconal Bitch, it ain't
[JV] I'm sittin in tha cut, smokin on wha? Hataz betta watch out for tha butt I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha? Yea, I'm real wit
It seems like yesterday But it was long ago Janey was lovely she was the queen of my nights There in the darkness with the radio playing low And the secrets
She's no good at being phony She never tells a good lie She knows just when to let me be She always knows when I'm too high She's never out in front of
Words and music by bob seger Wally's getting' anxious thinkin' 'bout tonight Bruce is all spiffy lookin' wicked lookin' right Eddie's getting' spruced
Well the big train keeps on rolling Rolling on down the track And the way she's moving buddy I don't believe she's a-coming back The fireman's smoking