H.A.W.K. (Big Hawk)

H.A.W.K. (Big Hawk) - Somebody Say Oh Yea lyrics

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(feat. Big Pokey, Chris Ward, Lil' Flip, Mike D)



[Hook x2:]

Now all my playas, throw your roley's in the air

All my hoes, go on shake your darrier

(if you's a real nigga, and you's a down broad

Somebody say, oh yeah)



[Chris Ward:]

I'm in a GS-4 double O, sitting low

Me and Po-Yo, blowing on hydro

Pulled up slow, next to the 4-6 Range

Jumped out with H.A.W.K., and started flashing big change

Check us out baby, the glistening chains

The wrist and the rings, and listen to the hits that we sing

We spit game, like snakes spit venom

We're in Guess that's denim, with heavy starch in em

Fat faces we spend em, when we step in the club

We don't trick on no boppers, yet you still get love

Y'all know Chris Ward, got them jazzy hoes

Classy hoes, nasty and sassy hoes

That pay me well, from H-Town to ATL

They push them bubble eye Jaguars, and grey V-12's

So for that playas, throw your roley's in the air

And all my down hoes, go on shake your darrier



[Hook x2:]

All my playas, throw your roley's in the air

All my hoes, go on shake your darrier

(if it's fa sho and you know, you gon leave with a hoe

Somebody say, oh yeah)



[H.A.W.K.:]

Now all you young tenders, it's time y'all surrender

To this heavyweight contender, top knotch big spender

Whatever club I enter, I'm a sight to see

And ooh-wee, all the girls be jocking me

They flocking me they watching me, now watch and see

At a quarter to three, I'ma break em off properly

The boppers be, wanting to talk

Peeping my walk, and whispering (ooh girl that's H.A.W.K.)

And sexual thoughts, start running through they head

Is he good in bed, sizing up my third leg

Remember Keisha said, (that boy was throwed)

Cause she came befo', she took off her clothes

Spit dangerous flow, my neck and wrists are froze

And everybody knows, what H.A.W.K. say goes

I'm blowing optimoes, in the VIP

With Chris Ward, Mike D and F-L-I-P



[Hook x2:]

All my playas, throw your roley's in the air

All my hoes, go on shake your darrier

(if you ain't giving up no ass, unless they got cash

Somebody say, oh yeah)



[Mike D:]

We some certified dome checkers, stage wreckers

Flossing through the club, like known goodfellas

For cheddar we spit letters, like true go-getters

Locked and loaded like barettas, it don't get no better

Po'ing up to a toe up, rip the stage when we show up

Laf-Tex and Dead End, got this rap game so'd up

See that Benz on twins, crawling like a spider

Flashing off dividends, pulling all-nighters

Make your broad bounce that ass, say bro we off the chain

Bringing the pain, what's my motherfucking name

Mike D, known to drive you crazy

Step in the club, and snatch your lady

Roley on my arm, twirl like a whirlwind

Them 20's dipped in platinum, when the wide body spin

We worldwide game spitters, and y'all can't win

Stacking ends setting trends, let the games begin



[Hook x2:]

Now all my playas, throw your roley's in the air

All my hoes, go on shake your darrier

(if you's a real nigga, and you's a down broad

Somebody say, oh yeah)



[Lil' Flip:]

I got Rolex baguettes, princess cuts

You might see me, pimping sluts

I'm looking great, in VIP

Your watch ain't shit, you should see my teeth

I love to shine, like pine-o-pine

You got clothes in your closet, but they not like mine

I'm Lil' Flip, and I make mo' do'

And I just might, take your hoe



[Big Pokey:]

Whoadie done jumped out, I stayed in the lick

Watching the DVD's, big body with the three t.v.'s

Mashed on his enemies, but she a tease

And in two mo' weeks, she goin back overseas

Flashing cheese, and it was on

I'm in valet getting dome, on the phone with Corleone

BC passed by, I threw up the 'Stone

Kicked the trap out my ride, with a mouth full of funk

Get gone, beat your feet kick rocks

Baby you know how it go, cause we pack big glocks

Hard knocks don't stop, won't stop

And won't squit baby, we the shit

Up in club mixed it up, throwing the roley baby

Iced out, straight out the fo'ty

Bitch, you know that hoe

As a click we gon show that, big ol' crib with the flo' mat



[talking:]

Tramp bitch, for real
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