Da Howg

Da Howg - Worldwide Renegades lyrics

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(feat. Lil' Zane)



Big Shady (no doubt) Lil' Z (somethin new)

The Highway meets College Park (yeah yeah shorty)

A-T-L is officially locked down - [IT'S GOIN DOWN]

Worldwide (fuck with layaway) - [ALL THE HENNY]

this is how we do it to em - [ALL THE HYDRO]

(we'll get a lady today) - [IT'S GOIN DOWN]

this is how we do it to em (believe that)

[ATLANTA STYLE BABY] (listen to this y'all)

No doubt, come on..



[Verse One]

College Park got control of me

cause one of these snake niggaz told on me

Seen me in the cut, then he rolled on me

Thought I was gone but they was only holdin me

then it was told to me

Playboy, you only good as your team

You gotta leak find or seek,

hem it at the seams

I felt that, held back, went to the draft

Squeeze the juice from the peach when I pick my staff

Now I'm back with the slimiest, grimiest

Niggaz who behind me is the ones who know what time it is

Red Clay Renegades, violence is Minute Maid(?)

Still thugged out, hooked on Alize and Hennessey

Strictly in it til the day the game finish me

Honk your horn if you feelin me

Put your fists in the sky, wave them deuces high nigga

cause it ain't nuttin but that fire rolled up



[Chorus: x2]



I run with Worldwide Renegades, violence is Minute Maid(?)

Still thug livin, hooked on Alize and Hennessey

Stayin down til the day the game finish me

Honk your horn if you feelin me



[Verse Two]

I run with nothin but them woofer pushers, sittin on gold things

'drats give you slow brains who look like they on Soul Train

We run thangs, from the yea game to trickin

Don't come and think you stickin, below this Mason-Dixon it's rules

Born raised and die for it, hands kept high for it

Make niggaz mother cry for it

You know like I know, respect these rules

Don't make Don Chilly lose his cool

If it's a nickel sold in the Park, I want two-fifty

and if you chief a blunt, chief it with me

Respect my Bankhead killaz, McKennasville grave fillers

Others cross the city pushin pealers

cause I'm a true ATL-ier, Southside villain-er

Promise to check for shorty find out if they real or not

Come fake and get boxed, sent home

and watch the world spin like these twenty inch chromes



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

I'ma have to slide with somethin, all the money in this game

Chicks callin my name, they want me bad, but I don't stop

I'm in my droptop V, I got a lot of things

to prove to niggaz and you'll see, by the way it looks

A lot of niggaz gon' be shook, don't disrespect

and no hard feelings took, I profile

while switchin styles in the crowd runnin wild

Have you niggaz home dottin your rhyme, blowed out

cause I showed out, so what'chu know about?

You gettin money or you assed-out

You sip a drink until you passed out

Circle the chiefers with no reefer

I'm in the corner where it's dark, preparin to spark

Niggaz screamin let me hit it like I'm (?) or somethin

It ain't no limit when it come to how much niggaz puffin

I mark the wall I dust em all

It's the Hennessey in me that'll blow the wall



[Chorus x2]



[Chorus]
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