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Hard Hittin'

by Wwe

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Ah Collipark, HOMEBWOI Collipark, HOMEBWOI Collipark in the buildin, HOMEBWOI YEP! ... YEP! [Chorus: x2] Hard hittin, back breakin, everybody out they seats Man the world is watchin me, the world is watchin me [Homebwoi:] Look here, come one come all and get to it Pimp game immaculate, flow like fluid Collipark in the buildin, ya already knew it Y'all boy game is weak, I see through it Bankroll is fat, you girls can't chew it All this is mine, you boys just blew it Shucks, ain't it a shame how I mack Women they comin in crowds, now look how I act Make a little shorty cotton on that V.I.P. at the Grammy Awards, now top that Mr. Collipark, keep the money comin in Puffy don't party like the Ying Yang Twins Cadillac boy, mack down to the end Peace, stones or conflicts, shorty we all in Homebwoi's the name, I gotta represent If you're lookin for change, it's where it's gon' begin [Chorus] [Homebwoi:] It's like the world got binoculars on Tryin to find me like Waldo, we all know they lookin for homes Had to get mad at the woman cause they teachin 'em wrong Too many pullin on me, I politely tell them to go on I'm a hustler by day, baller by midnight One at a time ladies, lil' momma please sit tight They got they mouths wide open, boy I'm pimp tight And a Bentley you could never get - why? It's a prototype I got the Birdman stuntin for the show tonight You want to hate, but you cain't, cause you know I'm right Paint job out of sight, gotta thrill 'em Like the moon on the street lights when I kill 'em Twenty-six inches, that's what I'm tellin 'em Doors open up like the wings of a pelican Eight 15's in the trunk, in the floor Bass beatin through your chest, what your heart beatin for? [Chorus] [Homebwoi:] Shorty don't know I ball, I'm like YEP~! Askin me to buy her a drink so I STEP~! Grippin G8, Griptown what I GRIP~! Grindin, got to this money while y'all slipped OKAYYYYY~! But I'm not Lil' Jon Poppin my collar, I'm the man like The Fonz Look I got that bounce back like sponge Yo' pockets dehydrated; look like they got the runs My time, my money, that's real My chain, my peeps, my grill Me and mine, that's just how I live Money over broads, that's just how it is Homebwoi, yo' girl, I train Break bread let you pop that thang Fall up in the club I'ma make a little rain Money mighty pimpin, won't ya kiss the pinky rang [Chorus x2]

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