Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Huell Howser, artist - Dumbfoundead. Album song Old Boy Jon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.02.2013
Record label: BORN CTZN
Song language: English
Huell Howser |
This is magical! |
Oh wow! |
Look at this! |
Yeah |
Rest in peace Huell Houser, |
You repped Cali better than most |
I rolled a fatty up in your honor |
And blew out the Netherlands smoke |
Now now now, let the evidence show |
That I’m a veteran down to the bone (bone) |
Check the measurements, peep my residence |
Let the councilmen know (know) |
Corduroy house slippers (slippers) |
Polaroid fan pictures |
Baby sister, held by mama |
Daddy holding 80's liquor, |
Never had a baby sitter, would’ve fucked my babysitter (sitter) |
Rolled around my block with a crew of crazy sinners |
Grew up on hopito, hot cheetos, and lots of kilos |
I saw eagles turn our trios to duos then down to solo |
Yeah we lost one, we lost two |
They shot Richard, they got Drew |
We lit candles and made shirts |
We made sure that they’re moms cool (true) |
That was '02, that was 10 years ago |
When I started rhyming and overused the word «lyrical» |
Damn that was bad, damn that was way back (back) |
I got way better, how’d you fucking stay wack? |
(wack) |
Damn that was bad, damn that was way back |
Damn that was bad, damn that was way back |
Damn that was bad, damn that was way back |
I got way better, how’d you fucking stay wack? |
Man I served fools, and filled shoes, from sunset to mildew |
I walked about like forty blocks, through bright reds and dark blues |
Leimert Park, my rap school, they rap fast and pack tools |
You rap wack, then come back, you will get your ass booed |
Fast food and swisher sweets, through bulletproof glass (glass) |
Hoodrats, pajama pants with a big ol' ass (ass) |
First thing my friend asked «I'd smash, would you smash?» |
We both laughed, we both smashed |
Then passed her off to our young lads |
Little bruh, the young homies, going around being unholy |
Sneaking into Sam’s Hofbrau |
If I had some ones on me, lap dance |
She’d feel around, like I might have some guns on me |
All the girls we messed around with |
Nah, they weren’t no nuns homie (nah) |
That was '05, when my homie had a son (son) |
I was telling every girl she the only one |
Dam that was cold, damn that was old times |
Used to fool around with hoes that would go the whole 9 |
Damn that was cold, damn that was old times |
Damn that was cold, damn that was old times |
Damn that was cold, damn that was old times |
Used to fool around with hoes that would go the whole 9 |
Oh wow! |