Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Huell Howser , by - Dumbfoundead. Song from the album Old Boy Jon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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! |