lirik lagu hellz yea! & dj mousetrap - home again
[part 1]
[intro: h~llz yea!]
you don’t really want it
ah, you don’t really want it
nah, you don’t really want it
ah, you don’t really want it
[hook: h~llz yea!]
you don’t really want it with these city boys (city boys)
you don’t really want it with these city boys
you don’t really want it with these city boys
you don’t really want it with these city boys
you don’t really want it with these city boys
you don’t really want it with these city boys
you don’t really want it with these city boys
you don’t really want it with these city boys
[verse 1: h~llz yea!]
i [?] that [?] seize that
[?]
[interlude]
hold up, hold up, hold up
yo h~llz, what the f~ck son?
get off that trap sh~t, you know that ain’t you son
get back to that new york sh~t, we poppin’ out here
what’s poppin’
[part 2]
[intro 2: h~llz yea!]
aight my fault, my fault
let me get back into the еssence of this thing herе
uh~huh, i lost my way for a second
brooklyn
[verse 2: h~llz yea!]
aw, yeah, let me put you in another zone
mother i’m grown, legs with knuckles on chrome
one man gang i could jump you alone
put me in the room of skeletons i’ll hustle them bones
day walker, night walker, no shut~eye
i’m the new “king of new york” so you know i want my cut
at the nickel bag, it’s sold, get head and get spirited
i’ll give you something to relax your soul
slugs go through you, so it’ll behoove you
you think before you yak off and rigor mortis saloons you
this ain’t about material possessions (uh~uh)
it’s about if you see god make the lyrical connections
and draw the picture, you’d rather order liquor
pop pills, sip syrup, and ball on strippers
now drug addicts run the game
what the f~ck is up?
y’all used to respect the hustler, now you respect the customer
used to diss the hoe, now you fall in love with her
used to laugh at r~t~rds, now you in close with ’em
my bad i meant to say autistic, y’all up now but you’ll come down, that’s the law of physics
i’m on the higher level, i choose my route
can’t be a boss if another man owns your mouth
you can’t be the illest if another man holds your pen
don’t worry new york, hip~hop is home again
[outro]
word son, see
yeah, that’s what i’m talkin’ bout
that’s that real new york sh~t
you heard, don’t blow my sh~t with that
that trap sh~t, you [?]
we out though
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