DJ Envy, JAY-Z - H.O.V.A. lyrics
[DJ Envy, JAY-Z - H.O.V.A. lyrics]
Yo, uh, dim the motherfuckin' lights and
The studio shades! (yeah)
Skane Dollar (The People's Choice)
Let's get this one (DJ Envy)
Envy! yeah, yeah
Yeah, the Roc's in the building, oh yeah
(New Jay-Z) It's Young, yeah, c'mon!
That shit sound like some
Superhero music right there (Okay)
YEah sound like my theme muh'fuckin'
Song right there (Desert Storm Mixtape
Volume 1) I like this one
I can groove to this one (yeah)
Skane Dollar where we at? Clue! Desert Storm
Yeah, let's get it (Whaaaat?)
Watch on arm, rims on tire
Hov' in the studio, the booth's on fire yeah!
S carter kicks on my feet (Woo)
Rocawear on my leg, Envy on the beat
I made my first mil' off papi on The Hill
I made it in the rap
Game speakin' on the reels (That's real)
I'm blatant 'cause I passed
The statute of limitation
And I'm makin' too much money
To be going to jail (Hell nah)
Who else you know on probation
Leave the country for a month
And go on vacation? (Hehehehe)
Listeners, get your brain on drugs
Listen up
It's the flow that's like cocaine dust
Her-on hero, do anything for dinero
Like Joe Pesci, Hov' is so deadly
In the middle of the ocean
Racin' on jet skis (Pyoom)
Get your mind right or get it
On your left sleeve Envy! SC, Jay-Z, either
Or young Hova, Big Homie, read 'em off
Daddy is home, niggas are scared Yup!
Way before I put the key in the door
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
You kidding?
Nothin' but my chil'ren, one shot
They disappearing
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I don't take your Jacob watch
I just screw off the bezel
Young young's in the building! Desert Storm!
It's the Roc! (DJ Envy)
This is what we do about this time of year
(Blok Party) yeah
(Desert Storm Mixtape, Volume 1)
Sho' nuff! Gangsta (C'mon)
Rapper slash, murderer slash
Punk motherfuckers, I will murder your ass
Gangster, somebody soon-to-be dad
Blueprint 2 homie, junior is mad
Mad 'cause his new son sound a little better
Knock a little harder
Show the growth in his father
Sibling rivalries, damn, you gotta love it
All that spells in the end
Better music for the public
Gotta love it (You gotta love it)
Young! Desert Storm it's the Roc!
It's what we do, beotch!
(Fat shout, whole Roc-A-Fella, Dame Dash)
I'm just fuckin' with 'em (Big Topper, Jay-Z)
Skane-o! It's five in the mornin'
Let's get out of here let's burn
(Desert Storm, Epic! Switch it up)
The studio shades! (yeah)
Skane Dollar (The People's Choice)
Let's get this one (DJ Envy)
Envy! yeah, yeah
Yeah, the Roc's in the building, oh yeah
(New Jay-Z) It's Young, yeah, c'mon!
That shit sound like some
Superhero music right there (Okay)
YEah sound like my theme muh'fuckin'
Song right there (Desert Storm Mixtape
Volume 1) I like this one
I can groove to this one (yeah)
Skane Dollar where we at? Clue! Desert Storm
Yeah, let's get it (Whaaaat?)
Watch on arm, rims on tire
Hov' in the studio, the booth's on fire yeah!
S carter kicks on my feet (Woo)
Rocawear on my leg, Envy on the beat
I made my first mil' off papi on The Hill
I made it in the rap
Game speakin' on the reels (That's real)
I'm blatant 'cause I passed
The statute of limitation
And I'm makin' too much money
To be going to jail (Hell nah)
Who else you know on probation
Leave the country for a month
And go on vacation? (Hehehehe)
Listeners, get your brain on drugs
Listen up
It's the flow that's like cocaine dust
Her-on hero, do anything for dinero
Like Joe Pesci, Hov' is so deadly
In the middle of the ocean
Racin' on jet skis (Pyoom)
Get your mind right or get it
On your left sleeve Envy! SC, Jay-Z, either
Or young Hova, Big Homie, read 'em off
Daddy is home, niggas are scared Yup!
Way before I put the key in the door
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
You kidding?
Nothin' but my chil'ren, one shot
They disappearing
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I don't take your Jacob watch
I just screw off the bezel
Young young's in the building! Desert Storm!
It's the Roc! (DJ Envy)
This is what we do about this time of year
(Blok Party) yeah
(Desert Storm Mixtape, Volume 1)
Sho' nuff! Gangsta (C'mon)
Rapper slash, murderer slash
Punk motherfuckers, I will murder your ass
Gangster, somebody soon-to-be dad
Blueprint 2 homie, junior is mad
Mad 'cause his new son sound a little better
Knock a little harder
Show the growth in his father
Sibling rivalries, damn, you gotta love it
All that spells in the end
Better music for the public
Gotta love it (You gotta love it)
Young! Desert Storm it's the Roc!
It's what we do, beotch!
(Fat shout, whole Roc-A-Fella, Dame Dash)
I'm just fuckin' with 'em (Big Topper, Jay-Z)
Skane-o! It's five in the mornin'
Let's get out of here let's burn
(Desert Storm, Epic! Switch it up)