Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blow The Horns, artist - M.O.P.. Date of issue: 25.05.2009
Song language: English
Blow The Horns |
| Yeah, when shit pops off in the club it’s all us |
| It ain’t Henny, it’s all heart and all guts |
| Y’all remember me from when the real niggas clutched |
| And wherever I ride, live niggas throw it up |
| I, switched the game, I’m doin boss things |
| I’m rollin in the Presidential lane, I ain’t playin |
| I (still) do it with Foxx (still) do it with Tef |
| (Still) do it with Fame (still) do it to death I… |
| Blow the horns on 'em |
| … yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em |
| Blow the horns on 'em |
| … yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em |
| What’chu think you like me? |
| You ain’t like me |
| Nigga you a punk, my homies get it in |
| And we let it out |
| A pistol in the waist is mo' different from a pistol in the trunk |
| So, act up if you want it |
| Y’all know me, I’m gon' keep it Olde English 800 |
| F-I-Z-Z-Y Dub-Oh-Mack |
| Brownsville where you at?. |
| Where you at? |
| BLAOW! |
| Niggas wonder how me and Fame remain strong |
| BLAOW! |
| Five albums, six deals and we still on |
| BLAOW! |
| My lil' homies trainin to bang, we straightarm |
| BLAOW! |
| To let 'em feel the pain of the game, we play God |
| So now, we back nigga with straight bombs |
| And. |
| in fact nigga it’s napalm |
| So stay calm, I get to twitchin my arm |
| Grippin hittin you with e’rything I got in my palm now |
| Here’s your chance to advance |
| Get in your stance, I shoot the holster off of cowboy pants |
| I borrow a rap line from a legend, and put it with mine |
| Whatever rapper shit is hooder than mine? |
| This is Brook-Nam phenomenon (yeah) the whole nine yards |
| You know that old bullshit that we be on |
| (WHAT!) Cause where we at we adapt to drama |
| (AND I) tackle the track like it yapped my momma |
| I’ve been branded, and labelled a bandit |
| Stuck in the cut on some quicksand shit |
| One motion, pull click ass clique |
| I’m full and I’m focused you hoes just don’t fit |
| For y’all niggas thinkin I’m sick and then hopeless |
| I’m just winnin and bringin the dope shit |
| So, I slay y’all you get what you pay for |
| We ain’t forfeit the game, we was above the radar nigga |