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Hostyle
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Hostyle est sorti le 13 décembre 2007 par All Hoodz Musik dans le cadre de l'album Screwball Classic
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Date de sortie13 décembre 2007
LabelAll Hoodz Musik
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM95

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Crédits

COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Screwball
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Paroles/Composition

Paroles

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!
Yo yo, yo
Woke up in tha morning and my eggs was parch
Turned on tha boob tube saw tha Million Man March
Tha cops in D.C., had to play scared
Got a wood in my pants looking at the quarters of France
Ants in my pants, so I dance to tha door
Picked up tha keys, caught a telephone call
She yelling poems in my sounds swell
I'm like, why, 'cause? A brother can't rise up?
All I'm hearing is fly buzz, hung up
Lighted some bud up, food tighten my gut up
Shouted love up, to those hungry with holes in they clothes
Bitch **** throwing weak shit in tha game
On tha streets, smoke, rollin' leaf and holdin' heat
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
(Let's get this M-O-N-E-Y)
H-O-S-T-Y-L-E
(Tha Henny guzzlers, and tha Henny hustlers)
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
(Let's get this money 'til we die)
Climax a vocal, like tha local weed spot
Dime bags I go through, I'm at tha pinnacle of smoke signals
Trees in a tight squeeze, night breeze
'Fore 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 41
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 smack her on tha ass cheek
Ghetto thug classy, if you ask me, if you ask me
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
(Let's get this M-O-N-E-Y)
H-O-S-T-Y-L-E
(Tha Henny guzzlers, and tha Henny hustlers)
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
(Let's get this money 'til we die)
To all dem types that fuck wit me
For Q.B. and so on
Tha Hydra crew, Mike Heron, Jerry Famolari
And my engineer, Max Zzzzz (Zzzzz zzzzz)
Moe Greens, baby
To my man Untouchable Violence, what up
The Sour Dudes, Prince from Powerule
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 Wu-Hen clique, Terrific, Mud, Explicit
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
(Let's get this M-O-N-E-Y)
H-O-S-T-Y-L-E
(Tha Henny guzzlers, and tha Henny hustlers)
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
(Let's get this money 'til we die)
Written by: Screwball
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