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Smoke DZA - The Hook Up Lyrics



Smoke DZA - The Hook Up Lyrics
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[ Featuring Dom Kennedy, Cozz ]

My nigga Smoke shit, huh
Check it out
Gather round hustlers, that's if you're still livin'
Get more groupie love than Mike Griffins
Y'all niggas gotta play your role, Taj Gibson
Shoot the whole video set like Benny Boom
Diamonds dancin' all in the light, cash rules
My chick gotta know how to rap, I'm Papoose
I mean I should just scorch you niggas, Scott Storch you niggas
Had a yacht ready, real niggas on the come up
Huaraches on my feet, brand new, I'm not a runner
Since Ross killed Baby, I'm the number one stunner
You ain't know me, the fall off, take a number
Let the strap hang off the Vandals
Sittin' on my corner it's a gamble
Them niggas only draw at Art Basel
Oh yeah (all you need)

Huh
The hustlers in a room
Rhyme so hard even the Busta would approve
Hoes ain't nothin', if I f*ck 'em you could too
Look it ain't no drug bust, it ain't no cuffin' in here foo
But look, shit I must be, diseases, halfway ugly
'Cause this haters talk shit, but look, they don't ever touch me
I'm cool but familiar with the phone, boy I must be
From the place where everybody got the damn munchies
'Cause niggas gettin' smoked like a blunt or two
And bitches gettin' mush like the f*ckin' shrooms
Either dead or in jail is where that gets you
When the fear get you, don't act tough out of peer pressure
Now I'ma face the money maker, I'ma let my peers get you
I steer letters in direction of Heaven
Hoping God hears me clearly, and clears me of passing devils
And praying that we all get it, man
Shout out my nigga DZA

Huh
Let's rule the world and get these blue notes, huh
Watch Jazz at The Blue Note, huh
You can never be too low
Outspoken, but they'll curb you if you too woke
Lukewarm, I race through it like Dupont
Bored and bought the same watch, two-tone
Younger me wore my dad jewels to school, I was too grown
They was on the Pokemon wave, Cubone
Keep going!
Let's make it clear like blue dot
Business started boomin' had to open up two spots
Got it cover like rooftop
Nigga how you think all my crew rock?
Rhetorical, cue up the cool drive
F*ck it we pull up a few yachts
King of New York style
Huh

Ay
West Coast, here we go
East Coast, here we go
West Coast, here we go
East Coast, here we go
Ay
Down South, here we go
Up North, here we go
Ay for Midwest, here we go
Ay, yeah, here we go
King of New York style
Huh, ha, ha, ay
Harlem world, to the West Side
Yeah, ay, ay
Here we go, ha

I promise I will be all you need
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My nigga Smoke shit, huh
Check it out
Gather round hustlers, that's if you're still livin'
Get more groupie love than Mike Griffins
Y'all niggas gotta play your role, Taj Gibson
Shoot the whole video set like Benny Boom
Diamonds dancin' all in the light, cash rules
My chick gotta know how to rap, I'm Papoose
I mean I should just scorch you niggas, Scott Storch you niggas
Had a yacht ready, real niggas on the come up
Huaraches on my feet, brand new, I'm not a runner
Since Ross killed Baby, I'm the number one stunner
You ain't know me, the fall off, take a number
Let the strap hang off the Vandals
Sittin' on my corner it's a gamble
Them niggas only draw at Art Basel
Oh yeah (all you need)

Huh
The hustlers in a room
Rhyme so hard even the Busta would approve
Hoes ain't nothin', if I f*ck 'em you could too
Look it ain't no drug bust, it ain't no cuffin' in here foo
But look, shit I must be, diseases, halfway ugly
'Cause this haters talk shit, but look, they don't ever touch me
I'm cool but familiar with the phone, boy I must be
From the place where everybody got the damn munchies
'Cause niggas gettin' smoked like a blunt or two
And bitches gettin' mush like the f*ckin' shrooms
Either dead or in jail is where that gets you
When the fear get you, don't act tough out of peer pressure
Now I'ma face the money maker, I'ma let my peers get you
I steer letters in direction of Heaven
Hoping God hears me clearly, and clears me of passing devils
And praying that we all get it, man
Shout out my nigga DZA

Huh
Let's rule the world and get these blue notes, huh
Watch Jazz at The Blue Note, huh
You can never be too low
Outspoken, but they'll curb you if you too woke
Lukewarm, I race through it like Dupont
Bored and bought the same watch, two-tone
Younger me wore my dad jewels to school, I was too grown
They was on the Pokemon wave, Cubone
Keep going!
Let's make it clear like blue dot
Business started boomin' had to open up two spots
Got it cover like rooftop
Nigga how you think all my crew rock?
Rhetorical, cue up the cool drive
F*ck it we pull up a few yachts
King of New York style
Huh

Ay
West Coast, here we go
East Coast, here we go
West Coast, here we go
East Coast, here we go
Ay
Down South, here we go
Up North, here we go
Ay for Midwest, here we go
Ay, yeah, here we go
King of New York style
Huh, ha, ha, ay
Harlem world, to the West Side
Yeah, ay, ay
Here we go, ha

I promise I will be all you need
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Writer: Cody Osagie, Dominic Hunn, Gregg Gillis, Sean Pompey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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