Lyrics:
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
city bus.
Never take five, 'cause, yo, when you rest, you rust.
Be advised, that I pack heat for beef.
I'm knockin' brothers out the box, and knockin'
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I
could be godly
In a world so dominated by sin
And thin hotties with rims tell 'em then
If-If you got it
See i ain't Irv Gotti
But that murder incorporate
convict like Gotti
Back again ta spin that looney kid rocks the party
So all aboard my train or git soaked like sponges
by the rowdy, rough riff-raff up out
Pleightfour Presents: Location Unknown Four: Happy Hour.
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sucked a hundred dicks its yo party the crowd great
Plus the hooker lies great sniff another line to get ya mind straight
Pull out the nine and start
Uh yeaa chek it out
Eh yo, its time to change ur routines
Backed wen i wus age 18 with a dream
Back wen i wus bringing sumthin fresh to the scene
What you tryna cop?
You know we still 'Got It!'
Not foldin' like Shotti
I'm gone just like Gotti
I smell like a party, next door right by 12, where
on Sunday, get killed by Monday
Turn that shit down, this the F in yo' city
Catch me a Benji, get popped like a tittie
Slow down when you drank, you might
Yea yea yea okay
Big dawg in the building i had to come do the remix with KC mayne
Aye
If you a thick fine woman gone twerk something
If you a slim
Tyson ready to bite somebody
Baby said she quit, but now she back on Molly
Designer on my body-ody-ody-ody
White lamb, Yo Gotti
party
bust in a tomby i like arenecia yeah!
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you
can't get nothing from me
I keep it gangsta you can't bribe me with no pussy
We come from the mud and the dirty
To survive you must be grimy
Surrounded by
gangsta make a billion dollars
Dre did it, he from L.A so pop yo' collar
The LAPD be all over me
Tryin' to ban me from my own bity
But for no reason
and a flow that never age
Come get your kool on, stars are made to shine
Stars are made to shine
Yo, I'm never sleeping like I'm on methamphetamines
Move
For all those Nino Brown niggas (yeah)
John Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying (yeah)
Niggas trying to run shit (trying to run the game)
Don't know
run every show
We didn't do
This cause we had to
We did this cause we wanted to
Yo Wave your hands in the air if ya came to
Party
Now bounce for me
tonight
I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a body
Or when they free Gotti, so that means never
To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec
ya'll niggas in the face, yo
Got wiggas in the place, yo, block party in this motherfucker
I'm the only round actin' like sucka, sucka bitch ass pucker
Jae Millz)
Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here
All hoods, stand up
All rude bwoys
(Cam'Ron)
It's the remix, Killa, Dip Set
Harlem, mo
Yo, I said back up on my body shit
Like I ain't' even body it
The Maserati doors flip back
Like a karate kick
I got to get that and party with that
El corazón necesita un poco de reggae music, yeh
Remix
Roll call fi the dancehall party
Pa' mis hermano' boricua', negro' y latino'
Roots
the Godly!
Live when we party!
Hypnotized by her body!
She probably won't call me!
She still drop it
Like Molly!
She pop it
No molly!
And she see us grinding!
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