Screwball Lyrics
Screwball Lyrics
"H-O-S-T-L-E Lyrics"
Glutton For Tragedy Lyrics
hopes rise. desire. build something out of nothing. happiness in the distance. built this for you. only good intentions. feeling this in the distance. hours in the sun with sand stuck on my skin. and when i'm finally done the waves come crashing in. i don't mind the waiting though the days are like the sand. bottle caps and broken glass cut my feet again. watch it all fall down. rebuild from what's left. it's not wh
hopes rise. desire. build something out of nothing. happiness in the distance. built this for you. only good intentions. feeling this in the distance. hours in the sun with sand stuck on my skin. and when i'm finally done the waves come crashing in. i don't mind the waiting though the days are like the sand. bottle caps and broken glass cut my feet again. watch it all fall down. rebuild from what's left. it's not wh
[Intro]
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 today
[Verse 1]
Yo yo, yo
Woke up in tha morning and my eggs was part
Turned on tha boob toob saw tha million man march
Tha cops in dc, had to play scared
Gotta a, warn in plans looking at tha quaters of france
Ants in my pants so i dips in tha door
Picked up tha keys, caught a telephone call
She yelling bones in my sounds swell
I'm like why can't, a brother can't rise up
All i'm hearing is clobbers, hung up
Lighted some butter, wu tighten my gutter
Shouted lover, to those hungry
Put holes in they clothes
Bitch niggas throwing weak shit in tha game
On tha streets, smoking dough and leak on tha heap
[Chorus]
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
Last Mile Of The Way Lyrics
If I walk in the pathway of duty if I work till the close of the day I shall see the great king in his beauty when I've gone the last mile of the way When I've gone the last mile of the way I will rest at the close of the day And I know there are joys that await me when I've gone the last mile of the way [ strings + guitar ] And if here I have earnestly striven and have tried on his will to obey Twill enhance all the rapture of heaven
(tha drug pushers and face mushers)If I walk in the pathway of duty if I work till the close of the day I shall see the great king in his beauty when I've gone the last mile of the way When I've gone the last mile of the way I will rest at the close of the day And I know there are joys that await me when I've gone the last mile of the way [ strings + guitar ] And if here I have earnestly striven and have tried on his will to obey Twill enhance all the rapture of heaven
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
(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
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
(lets get this money till we die)
[Verse 2]
Climax a vocal, like tha local weed spot
Dime bags i go through, i'm at tha penical of smoke signals
Tree's in a tight squeeze, night breeze
For 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 fourty one
Here ya shorty come, know she calling me for what
She ignoring me, unless she horny and i got so
What Makes You Different (Makes you Beautiful) Lyrics
You don’t run with the crowd You go your own way You don’t play after dark You light up my day Got your own kind of style That sets you apart Baby that’s why you capture my heart I know sometimes you feel Like you don’t fit in And this world doesn’t know What you have within When I look at you I see something rare A rose that can grow anywhere (grow anywhere) And there’s no one I know t
e trojans on meYou don’t run with the crowd You go your own way You don’t play after dark You light up my day Got your own kind of style That sets you apart Baby that’s why you capture my heart I know sometimes you feel Like you don’t fit in And this world doesn’t know What you have within When I look at you I see something rare A rose that can grow anywhere (grow anywhere) And there’s no one I know t
I just stop start smiling, hands on her hips posing for me
I limped over wit laughter
Told me to meet me a qauter after three, and smacker her on tha ass cheek
Ghetto thug classy, if you ask me, if you ask me
[Chorus]
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
(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
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
(lets get this money till we die)
[Bridge]
To all dem types that fuck wit me
For qb and so on, tha hyrdro crew
Mike heron, jerry familar
And my enginer, max zzzzz (zzz
Ever And A Day Lyrics
lie in the comfort of sweet calamity with nothing left to lose. lie in the darkness, i'm slowly drowned to sleep with nothing left to lose. wooooaa. three tears i've saved for you. I retraced the steps that lead me here but nothing less, behind me. so i lie in this field bathed in the light that loves me, with nothing left to lose. three tears i've saved for you. will you be my, be my beloved? wil
zz zzzzz)lie in the comfort of sweet calamity with nothing left to lose. lie in the darkness, i'm slowly drowned to sleep with nothing left to lose. wooooaa. three tears i've saved for you. I retraced the steps that lead me here but nothing less, behind me. so i lie in this field bathed in the light that loves me, with nothing left to lose. three tears i've saved for you. will you be my, be my beloved? wil
Mo greens baby
To my man untouchable violence, what up
This our dudes, prince from pa rule
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 who hand clique, terrific mud explicit
[Chorus]
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
(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
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
(lets get this money till we die)
*fading out*