Lyrics:
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
celibate
Sell white to the black like it's Eminem
The realest gon' stay by my side and that's Benjamin
Too real for the game, not your average pedestrian
Book of David
(From now on don't nobody talk to me directly, you understand
You got bitches with me, you talk to Huey, Huey you talk to me, you got
a Freeman, Huey
Maybe like a visionary
But i ain't got Wanda by me
Wu Tang Killa Bees the way that money rules around me
R.I.P to O.D.B and everyone that ain't
Don't be confusing me with haters, player
Get your paper
Just show respect to the folks who made you
(yeah)
Blessed by the creator so give money nigga
of paper
And I splurged, I guess it's just the nigga urge
This is The Boondocks
I swear yo I'm like Huey mixed with Riley
Thursday I be trynna save
Hustle Hard Two Stack Paper Three Cut The Line Four Watch Hatas
One Hustle Hard Two Stack Paper 24/7 365 On My Grind
[Verse: Huey]
Since I Grind These
Ayo
Queens get the money niggas still screaming, paper chasing
But presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations, over steak with
ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the muthafuckin wall with
Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
'Oh say can you see
By the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight's last gleaming'
He's a real cool guy and he's a hero
enough"
[Killah Priest]
I hold my marker, like Huey P. held his revolver
Plottin' vengeance, since them bullet shells, sailed through Martin
I'm
you and I and take it slow
Yeah, let’s take it slow
I'm a say she never know
I'm a take the papers home
She riding for the life I’m not even cappin'
I need you to give me love
Give me love when the lights on me
Won't you promise that you'll stand by me
And we might make love in the club in
build, where you been, how ya' feel?
Huey P, getting the party started
Bobby Seale
No College Hill, labor got that dollar bill
So if you wait up for
Some
the money's in good hands, huh
Four rings like LeBron tatted on my dashboard
Fly shit, clean body tatted by the passport, huh
What I rap for? To push
Yeah
UmmmmHmmmm
Haaaahaaaaahaaaaahaaaa
Rise up
Rise up rise up you can keep running by the lips
And my niggas going ride up
4 or 5 niggas with da
in my kitchen my nigga
And we was weighin' blow
Mobwire, my nigga, only God flyer
Tryna keep warm by the fire in my fly attire
Never wanna rap
on 9-1-1
While you kicking up punchlines and puns
Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If
minute
We still in the game
Shooting threes by the threes
Crossing over your lane
Kendrick said we’d be alright
I’m making the change
I spent some time in
playing round baby put it on me
On the paper chase I did it by my lonely
I do everything for her and then my homie
You already know a nigga lit
I just
fake look like some dolls
Fake like the dream like the dream sold us
Claim we free but then they hold us
Guilty by the skin we molded
American pie
Enough is enough
Listen
Yeah
Tear us down one by one
Nigga never that
Killing all our soldiers, we just frustrated voters
Bebe kid's mindset we ain't
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