a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

woof pac - 1+8 n us lyrics

[intro: hostyle]
okay (okay)
woof pac (yeah)
y’know (fo’ sho’)
it’s ya’ dawg
we in the building

[verse 1: hostyle]
now i’m back, who back? you back?
[?] black dude [?] rap
but move back, i’ll slap you cats
now who’s that you laughing at
it can’t be me
hostyle wack? n+gga please i was cold back in ’83
and i’m basically
known to put a sl+t in a n+gga chest plate with amazing speed
why you hatin’ g?
playin’ with me, i can see that you know i’m not for games
me and y’all n+ggas not the same
you pop bottles, i’m poppin’ thangs
that’s fo’ sho’, ask your hoe
even she know that the gats will blow
so pass the fo’
i’ll leave a n+gga laid out right there on the front grass with holes (see)
my n+ggas ridin’
and they don’t care what we beefin’ ’bout (you know)
they on your porch
and i [come out?] your door with heaters out
you done for fronting, the pumps is jumping
you better hide up under somеthing
now why you act like run this something
like thе woof pac is some punks or something
[hook: hostyle]
we so fo’ real so why you hatin’ us? (hatin’ us)
we put yo’ lights out, ain’t no wakin’ up (wakin’ up)
kick in the door and then we [tape?] ’em up ([tape?] ’em up)
we stop the games and you can’t play with us (play with us)

[verse 2: moe dirdee]
okay it’s on again, on again
moe dirdee, hostyle and it’s on again
better hop on your phone again
tell everyone my eyes on the top and i’m closing in now
i keep trees like an ounce of slide
tell my boys so they can get high, bounce and ride
i don’t smoke but i drink a lot
think a lot, flirt a little, wink a lot
chase dudes with minks a lot
with fake pistols that they think are glocks
in the temple, it’s simple
i got a bimbo nymphos down the street from [timbo’s?], on gratiot
they’ll show up with bats of plastic to your house and trash it
that’s if i really ask ’em to come after you
they’ll f+ck you good, put you to sleep then beat you black and blue (n+gga)
rob the crib, bring back the cheese
toss me a couple dollars then actually
make the clothes vanish magically
they’ll walk in the bedroom, not first, like after me
[hook: hostyle]
we so fo’ real so why you hatin’ us? (hatin’ us)
we put yo’ lights out, ain’t no wakin’ up (wakin’ up)
kick in the door and then we [tape?] ’em up ([tape?] ’em up)
we stop the games and you can’t play with us (play with us)

(+interlude+)

[proof]
yo yo yo man
hand 2 hand, raw uncut detroit hip+hop baby (i.f.)
that’s why we doing this out here
shout out my man reggie dancer, you heard me?
cl!ck cl!ck greedy
all my detroit hustlas out there still gettin’ bread
from the hand 2 hand tip, ayo
that’s what it’s all about, we hustlin’ in this hip+hop game baby
let’s go!

- woof pac lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS