Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Aloha , by - Timbo King. Release date: 03.11.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Aloha |
| Yo yo, we smoke Barry’s like we in Hawaii |
| Dippin' in the CLK it’s hard to find me |
| Then the phone ring it’s Bo King |
| He wanna know 'bout the whole thing |
| 18 karat bars, Fort Knox gold rings |
| We puppet masters, pullin' the strings, doin' the damn thing |
| I make it happen over night 50 G’s stacked in |
| So for the weekend I’m relaxin' |
| Scam on the next plan to make it happen |
| For show that money you gotta cartwheel and back flip… |
| Yeah Young Brook, Fort Knox shit… |
| Aloha (Timbo King) |
| Play that shit back for me… |
| Welcome (Timbo King) |
| Yo yo, my uncle Wu put me on the Kold Krush |
| Now I’m at the fever lookin' like the gold rush |
| Chain swingin', bitches wanna love, phone ringin' |
| Cuz back then Dappa Dan now on some fly shit |
| Ride die 8−4-5 live shit, you should see us |
| Bo King, Young Brook, move like crooks be |
| So shies see the ice bezels |
| Not three, now shells fly |
| Murder occur, all over evil paper |
| Sex, crack a Beck’s, fuck the pussy |
| Till it’s soaken wet, G’s up, hoes love me |
| It’s Young Brook, Bo King |
| And you know the song the hoes sing |
| Aloha baby yeah every time the phone rings |
| Aloha baby yeah every time the phone ring |
| Young Brook yeah… |
| Yo, ya sweet niggas got the game sour |
| I caught the kite when me and Tre was in Maui |
| Blowin' out Cali, taking it back like 86 Bally’s |
| Trap you in an alley, pop your top like Ali |
| I’m on your block with my shines out |
| Pop shit I pop them nines out |
| I keep it real everywhere I go |
| Just like I keep a steel everywhere I go |
| On the strip tryna see a mill when that paper flow |
| Get that, double that and watch that paper grow |
| It’s Young Brook, Bo King |
| And you know the song the hoes sing |
| Aloha baby yeah every time the phone ring |
| Hawaiian skunk with the dust bizarre inside a Dutch cigar |
| At a luau, cool out, dip dip dive put a lap or two |
| We on some Don Juan Perignon same shit the actor do |
| Separate the real from the fake |
| This year another mill on my plate |
| Cuz we dealin' with weight |
| We love niggas but they dealin' with hate |
| Thought we was gone, nah Pah |
| Still in yo face, hot steel in yo face |
| We go to war like we suppose to |
| This ain’t the booth or some motherfuckin' Pro Tools |
| Bang for mines, Brooklyn danger signs |
| Gettin' murked same place you slang your dimes |
| It’s Young Brook, Bo King |
| And you know the song the hoes sing |
| Aloha baby yeah every time the phone rings |
| Aloha baby yeah every time the phone ring |
| Palm trees and coconut water… |
| From Brooklyn to Hawaii we cover the order, yeah… |