Homebwoi - Hard Hittin' (The Coach) lyrics

[Intro:]

Ah Collipark, HOMEBWOI

Collipark, HOMEBWOI

Collipark in the buildin, HOMEBWOI

YEP! ... YEP!

[Chorus: x2]

Hard hittin, back breakin, everybody out they seats

Man the world is watchin me, the world is watchin me

[Homebwoi:]

Look here, come one come all and get to it

Pimp game immaculate, flow like fluid

Collipark in the buildin, ya already knew it

Y'all boy game is weak, I see through it

Bankroll is fat, you girls can't chew it

All this is mine, you boys just blew it

Shucks, ain't it a shame how I mack

Women they comin in crowds, now look how I act

Make a little shorty cotton on that

V.I.P. at the Grammy Awards, now top that

Mr. Collipark, keep the money comin in

Puffy don't party like the Ying Yang Twins

Cadillac boy, mack down to the end

Peace, stones or conflicts, shorty we all in

Homebwoi's the name, I gotta represent

If you're lookin for change, it's where it's gon' begin

[Chorus]

[Homebwoi:]

It's like the world got binoculars on

Tryin to find me like Waldo, we all know they lookin for homes

Had to get mad at the woman cause they teachin 'em wrong

Too many pullin on me, I politely tell them to go on

I'm a hustler by day, baller by midnight

One at a time ladies, lil' momma please sit tight

They got they mouths wide open, boy I'm pimp tight

And a Bentley you could never get - why? It's a prototype

I got the Birdman stuntin for the show tonight

You want to hate, but you cain't, cause you know I'm right

Paint job out of sight, gotta thrill 'em

Like the moon on the street lights when I kill 'em

Twenty-six inches, that's what I'm tellin 'em

Doors open up like the wings of a pelican

Eight 15's in the trunk, in the floor

Bass beatin through your chest, what your heart beatin for?

[Chorus]

[Homebwoi:]

Shorty don't know I ball, I'm like YEP~!

Askin me to buy her a drink so I STEP~!

Grippin G8, Griptown what I GRIP~!

Grindin, got to this money while y'all slipped

OKAYYYYY~! But I'm not Lil' Jon

Poppin my collar, I'm the man like The Fonz

Look I got that bounce back like sponge

Yo' pockets dehydrated; look like they got the runs

My time, my money, that's real

My chain, my peeps, my grill

Me and mine, that's just how I live

Money over broads, that's just how it is

Homebwoi, yo' girl, I train

Break bread let you pop that thang

Fall up in the club I'ma make a little rain

Money mighty pimpin, won't ya kiss the pinky rang

[Chorus x2]