Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hooks, artist - Defari. Album song Odds & Evens, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.10.2004
Record label: High Times
Song language: English
Hooks |
| It’s all y’all hooks |
| For real. |
| You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off |
| Yeah, my niggas is too high off the calibur |
| Yeah, it’s like this, check it — |
| I got that authentic Magic so you know I gotta rock it |
| Bailin' down the block with a pint in my pocket — of Hennessey |
| Both eyes open for the enemy |
| Take flight, ask questions last is the remedy |
| Listen, my status is a regular nigga |
| Except, I’m smarter than the average nigga |
| Listen, I’ve never been a following nigga |
| From the top to the bottom y’all some bother me niggas |
| From — winter to autumn I’m a fatherly nigga |
| Get his bread for my daughter, I’mma fatherly figure |
| Go figure, y’all niggas don’t even drink hard liqour |
| On the real, y’all some Mike’s Hard Lemonade niggas |
| You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off? |
| It’s all y’all hooks. |
| You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off? |
| It’s all y’all hooks. |
| I got that rookie Paul Pierce, so you know I gotta rock it |
| Bailin' down the block with a half in my pocket — of cush |
| Straight from Fre???'s bush |
| Any punk got problems then that punk get mushed |
| It’s real, reelin' the feel like truck drivers, what the deal |
| Y’all niggas ain’t real, you duck divers |
| Now you feel — Defari got a smart ass mouth |
| But you ain’t Frogger’s, you ain’t jumpin' |
| You ain’t talkin' bout nothin' |
| I’m always rollin' Likwit, it’s Tha Liks can you dig it? |
| You hate off top, then at the shows try to kick it |
| Don’t mimick this flow around your bird for a gimmick |
| Cause all that’ll happen she’ll be fiending for my ??? |
| I got that killa Andre Miller, so you know I gotta rock it |
| Bailin' down the block, a few hundred in my sock |
| That’s right, John got my line on tight |
| Goatee on tight, stay in spank whites |
| Clowns said they wasn’t feelin' me |
| I’ve been sick of y’all hooks since last century |
| Rounds… of liqour for my niggas |
| Pounds… of doja I told ya |
| I’m awesome, simply marvelous, spectacular |
| You gotta know how hard it is |
| With every word my fist touch your chin |
| Here, ease your wounds with gin |
| See a cowboy spit hard on top of bars |
| Make a man understand the way of righteous laws |
| See it used to be 26 lines back in the day |
| Now it’s 256 rhymes in my two-way |