Lyrics:
Move you hips from side to side now.
Don't ya slip, let your feet glide now.
If ya got the groove, ya gotta use it.
Dooby, dooby, dooby, dooby, doo,
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
a solar eclipse
Neat dude What’s your genre what’s your niche
Bitch I do it all at once on the same fucking album like it's
Picnic by the lake by the farm
you heard that
I want you to get down, move your feet to this sound
What's my vocation, you ask me what is my vocation
My occupation is to groove you,
Shit, cops and robbers niggas be bound to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they rent
Anything
God sent wit not a cent to my name that's nonsense... here wit a knot full of wit hoping for cents in a knot... hope that don't tie your sense in
On the road I make moves
Checking out what it do
Natural flying altitude
I know she loves when I'm in the groove
She'll come for the cruise
Bet your nigga never
rock
So uh, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on
I'll just fuck ya
With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, bitch
Shit, I'm
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
cents
I get commas in my checks
You get tattoos on your neck
Had to make a little flex
Trust in the process is gonna be next
We be grinding til the music
I'm the shit, she forgot my name was Too
Come in that party with a blick, catch me dancin' with my tool
I'm totin' five years, but gotta take that risk,
high
Let's get high
I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
Think you gotta win, don't hold your breath
Spittin' on a track with Red
high
Let's get high
I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
Think you gotta win, don't hold your breath
Spittin' on a track with Red
service
Make his competition hurting
Handing out his tracts so much
He be making heads turning
He, gotta get the mocha
Gotta get the mocha
Chucky gotta
And the lives getting shorter
Man niggas gotta move smarter now
He had no armor and went missing, missing
Moving bricks in bricks and mortar
Just to get cents
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) tell me
How you
you in communication?
Do you fit in to their plans?
They're coming to rock your whole foundation
Take you to another land, yeah
You gotta start moving,
got some more in store
When I get through throwin' it on
You gotta' come back for more
Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing
got some more in store
When I get through throwin' it on
You gotta' come back for more
Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing
four ways
Then chuck a tenner a day into Facebook's ad system to promote your latest single
Hoping it gets noticed by some important record label people
by the end of day, better just say what you gotta just say
Or you best get out my fuckin' way
So whether I just gotta keep on diggin' up in dirt
Just
another one's comin around
So The Square Roots gotta get down, bust it
Yo, I wrote this, basement, Never Never Tunnels type portion
Just to accompany
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I am Wonder
they aint never get me shit
Been five years still ain't making any sense (cents)
Just jump off if you living on the fence
I don't gotta stunt I just
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