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Allow me to reintroduce myself:
My name is Hov (Hov!), H to the O V
I used to move snowflakes by the OZ
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the ROC, Hov!
Fresh out the frying pan into the fire, I be the
Music biz number one supplier
Flyer than a piece of paper bearing my name
Got the hottest chick in the game, wearing my chain
That's right, Hov! Not D-O-C, but similar to them letters, no-one can do it better
I check cheddar like a food inspector
My homie strict told me "dude, finish your breakfast"
So that's what I'm a do, take you back to the dude
With the Lexus fast-forward, the jewels and the necklace
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this:
Shoot at you actors like movie directors.
(This ain't a movie, dogs!)
"Now, before I finish, let me just say: I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you. Because to tell you the truth, when I leave here I am gone, and I don't care what you think about me. But just remember: when it hits the fan, brother, whether it's next year, ten years, twenty years from now, you'll never be able to say that these brothers lied to you, Jack."
They ain't lie, how I came through the block and everything that's fly
I'm like Che Guevera with bling on, I'm complex
I never claimed to have wings on, I get mine
By any means, son whenever there's a drought
Get your umbrellas out because that's when I brain-storm
You can blame Sean, but I ain't invent the game
I just rolled the dice, trying to get some change
And I do it twice, ain't no sense in me lying as if I am a different man
And I could blame my environment but
That ain't no reason why I be buying expensive chains
Hope you dont think users are the only abusers, getting high within the game
If you do then how would you explain
I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins
I got a hustler's spirit, period
Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it
Check out my swag yo, I walk like a ball-player
No matter where you go you are what you are player
And you could try to change but that's just the top layer
Man, you was who you was when you got here
Only God can judge me so I'm gone
Either love me, or leave me alone. |
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