HAGAR THE HORRIBLE Lyrics

Ayo

I brought the whole thing of ether

With a bitch that dress just like the old Queen Latifah

Swaggin' on a crowd at the show he's a keeper

You would bitch up in a robbery like Bokeem the preacher

I'm clutching dead presidents

Duckin the Feds evidence

I'm tucking bread effortless

One of the best ever bitch

A young veteran, just keep son and da rest separate

I don't clout chase my nigga, I just represent

Give resources back in the ghetto I invest

Got mad shit on deck like I'm rebel INS

I don't settle I impress, move up levels, fly ahead

Buy a jet, I heard that them G5's is fresh

Flair Jordan back

Like I returned from the white Sox

A nigga got called up to bat running base

In a tight spot

But I had to stop, cause reason A, ion like cops

And reason B? I know that the iron I strike's hot

So I'm feeling like Mitch in the car

Ion wanna have to kill nobody ass

That's a risk on this job

So maybe that's why i stick to the bars

My niggaz dogs

In the field tripping and you don't want no visit from ours

Ain't no staying for that drama

So don't play wit niggas honor

I'll have niggaz under blankets like a baby in pajamas

I'm kinda crazy, and maybe that's my karma

For fucking so many baby mommas

I had three naked in the sauna

(I had so many niggaz baby momma's!)

They screaming out (I like to make you stay)

They telling me (I like to make you stay)

They begging me (I like to make you stay)

They screaming out (I like to make you stay)

I can't!

They screaming out (I like to make you stay)

They telling me (I like to make you stay)

They begging me (I like to make you stay)

They screaming out (I like to make you stay)

I can't!

Piece it all together like the earth's tectonic plates

Sonic race, I kept chronic haze

On my breath bombs away

Tossed away green in them packs

I'm Bret Farve wit plays

You beef wit me, you better rock ya Kevlar okay?

Duke fly talker, the God's ill

I'm Roc Marc' skilled, so my flow is the raw deal

This album is a classic like them niggas from park hill

Lowtech could press a million copies they'd all sell

(Spark tha spirits!)

So bettin' on a nigga your best decision

It's wicked cuz my recognition scaring the record business

It's causing some to hate, making methods to wreck me

I caught em at the God hour

Ironic how I put 7 in em

The fuck outta here man