Killa Kyleon - Hood Hop lyrics
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(feat. Bun B) [talking] I'm fin to give you half a brick Of Killa Kyleon nigga, and the other half Gon be the legend himself Bun B Nigga H-Town in this motherfucker, run it [Hook] I'ma slang my caine, swang my swang Pop my trunk, bang my bang Grip my grain, recline my leather H-Town hoe, they can't do it no better [Kyleon] I'm a Mack like Goldie, game like Kobe I'm real and you shady, like Eminem and Obie The game's hottest thang, since a iced out Rolley I'm Shaq in the paint, motherfuckers can't hold me Somebody please show me, a nigga mo' liver You H2O flow, Killa flow like lava Ain't nothing but riders, in my click bitch And just like Rick James, I'm rich bitch My flow like bronchitis, I'm sick bitch So when you listen, you gon say that this some sick shit I'm a G but, Killa ain't that boy from the Clover Like P, you don't wanna go to war with a soldier I'ma aim thangs, that'll put your brains on your shoulder Then send you up to heaven, to go hang with Jehovah Now the game over, go find a reverend Cause niggaz coming up dead, like 9/11 Now your mama in the church house, crying and yelling He fucked with the wrong niggaz, we was trying to tell him Whoa, niggaz know that Killa Kyleon harder I upset these niggaz, like Antonio Tarva I cut up the beats, like a motherfucking barber I'm a 17 shot, you just a six shot revolver Fin to run the game, like Nino did to Carter Houston's unorganized, I'm finna put it back in order [talking] Yeah, now that's what I'm talking bout That's that boy Killa Kyleon, right there Repping for Boyz-N-Blue, H-Town stay down I'm fin to do this shit right here UGK style my nigga [Bun B] I got's the eye of the tiger, and the call of the wild When guerillas back down, niggaz fall in the fire So put out your black and mild, you fucking with G's That don't do shit but stack and smile, pistol packing pow Up in the truck and ride down, on your whole hood The cut throat's on the creep, up to no good You got somebody you can call, then you sho' should Cause I'ma come through and burn your ass, like slow wood Work on the highway, doja on the plane Pills through the UPS, I'm thoed in the game Got the drank from the drugsto', and hoes on the corner It's money on the street, and I'ma get it like I wanna Anytime you need to see me, it ain't hard to find me Fingers on the side of me, Boyz-N-Blue's behind me Fuck niggaz in front of me, we shutting 'em down Treat 'em like a Jay-Z shirt, and button 'em down [Hook x2]
