The Hashout Songtext
von Sadat X
The Hashout Songtext
Shit, ′bout to shit on this shit
Who's those niggas makin′ all of that noise?
(The Wild Cowboys)
Who's those kids makin' all of that noise?
(The Wild Cowboys)
I say the Uptown kids gotta say somethin′
(To let the hash blow and uncork the Mo′)
I said the Cowboy kids gotta say somethin'
(To let the hash blow and uncork the Mo′)
Relax B, 'cause ain′t no goddamn problem
Ever since I was born, it was hell up in Harlem
Hot like nine-seven and I'm still point-one
Fuck with old school beats like, "Oh, check me now"
Coupe de Ville for this late night poet
Used to live on seventh, I rhyme about eights
Kidnappin′ MC's who could not relate
Uptown's been my home for twenty bad years
Twenty real niggas make forty mill′ a year
Park the block, you gotta bubble like shampoo
Niggas is gettin′ murdered and life is still a gamble
Huh, my crack won't sell, these niggas got a lower price
It′s all good, so I gotta get sheist
A-K business or should I do the street sweep?
We get strapped in the tinted out black jeep
I tell X, "Throw the lights on the low beam"
We started buckin' off shots at his whole team
He wanted money, but he didn′t want the murder case
He wanted props, but he caught slugs in his face
It feels good, representin' for my crack turf
Ah, cat daddy, what have we here?
Wild Cowboys scheduled to appear
Life′s no game, I'm like a travelin' man
I′m not a gunslinger, but I bring my lil′ man
Named Rubin, he'll do the poppin′, then hop on the Amtrak
I'll see you in September when the high school starts back
I′m like the fun pack of rap, I'd like to work of art
Napoleon Bonaparte, couldn′t lead a war and party
Like the General X, the one who protects
Respects and signin' checks in the evenin'
When everyone is told up and nobody fell short
My style can′t be stored for, I sound like another nigga, what?
Here′s your answer outta butt
The great X is right here, it's like the monument
Wild Cowboys is runnin′ the government
Run and get the MAC from the park ave location
Bronx location, Uptown location
Now move on in Brooklyn, New York
Vietnam, you know what I'm sayin′?
It's hashin′ time
This one here is for the West and for the East
I roam streets, ride beats, ride freaks
Dust rappers like a Hoover, I wanna buy land
Cruisers, chest full of buddha
The microphone demander, I get in shit
Get out shit, call me Barry Sanders
Wave your hands, all you players, bootleggers
I got the gat, watch me blaze ya
I'll cut your face with my razor
Tryin' to bootleg mine, how the fuck I′ma shine?
Corny rappers, leave the mic alone
Kuchuck style, stay cream like the cream on your cone
I made your girl moan, sexin′ me when we at home
Tryin' to sex me when we on the phone
Styles stay tragic like magic
Some of you rappers just don′t got it
Portland Ave makin' noise
Kuchuck signin′ off, sayin', "Peace to the Cowboys"
I′m the roughneck, crews owe manure to the prosecutor
Glock 9 shooter, leave you stuck like a sewer
I pack rhymes like a nine in my holster
Put your dough up, I leave you broker than a crack smoker
Little league MC's, I freeze
Put my voice on wax and blow it up like the Japanese
Cowboys and we do it like Texas
Outlaws, lettin' off four-fours in the Legend
Kuchuck, Dx, and Tek runnin′ wild
Portland Ave style, bury six rounds in your crown
Fuck the hoes and the limos, it′s all about the demos
Daughter and dime to keep my mind stimm-o
Lethal, a Desert Eagle, so whatever, people
You'll be a cold corpse when the paramedics reach you
Thugs that leak, let a nigga sleep
Get his head beat deep into the concrete street
I creep through whatever block′s chewin'
Like the cops fuck the crack slingers
′Cause ain't a dollar gettin′ spent when the gat stick ya
Bucktown, that's my project, can't stop Tek
While the triple-X beer got my knot wrecked
Wild Cowboys makin′ noise on the track, flip it
We represent for my niggas with the gats kickin′
[Chorus: Erick Sermon & (Dx)
Who's those kids makin′ all of that noise?
(The Wild Cowboys)
Who's those niggas makin′ all of that noise?
(The Wild Cowboys)
I say the Uptown kids gotta say somethin'
(To let the hash blow and uncork the Mo′)
I say the Cowboy kids gotta say somethin'
(To let the hash blow and uncork the Mo')
Who's those niggas makin′ all of that noise?
(The Wild Cowboys)
Who's those kids makin' all of that noise?
(The Wild Cowboys)
I say the Uptown kids gotta say somethin′
(To let the hash blow and uncork the Mo′)
I said the Cowboy kids gotta say somethin'
(To let the hash blow and uncork the Mo′)
Relax B, 'cause ain′t no goddamn problem
Ever since I was born, it was hell up in Harlem
Hot like nine-seven and I'm still point-one
Fuck with old school beats like, "Oh, check me now"
Coupe de Ville for this late night poet
Used to live on seventh, I rhyme about eights
Kidnappin′ MC's who could not relate
Uptown's been my home for twenty bad years
Twenty real niggas make forty mill′ a year
Park the block, you gotta bubble like shampoo
Niggas is gettin′ murdered and life is still a gamble
Huh, my crack won't sell, these niggas got a lower price
It′s all good, so I gotta get sheist
A-K business or should I do the street sweep?
We get strapped in the tinted out black jeep
I tell X, "Throw the lights on the low beam"
We started buckin' off shots at his whole team
He wanted money, but he didn′t want the murder case
He wanted props, but he caught slugs in his face
It feels good, representin' for my crack turf
Ah, cat daddy, what have we here?
Wild Cowboys scheduled to appear
Life′s no game, I'm like a travelin' man
I′m not a gunslinger, but I bring my lil′ man
Named Rubin, he'll do the poppin′, then hop on the Amtrak
I'll see you in September when the high school starts back
I′m like the fun pack of rap, I'd like to work of art
Napoleon Bonaparte, couldn′t lead a war and party
Like the General X, the one who protects
Respects and signin' checks in the evenin'
When everyone is told up and nobody fell short
My style can′t be stored for, I sound like another nigga, what?
Here′s your answer outta butt
The great X is right here, it's like the monument
Wild Cowboys is runnin′ the government
Run and get the MAC from the park ave location
Bronx location, Uptown location
Now move on in Brooklyn, New York
Vietnam, you know what I'm sayin′?
It's hashin′ time
This one here is for the West and for the East
I roam streets, ride beats, ride freaks
Dust rappers like a Hoover, I wanna buy land
Cruisers, chest full of buddha
The microphone demander, I get in shit
Get out shit, call me Barry Sanders
Wave your hands, all you players, bootleggers
I got the gat, watch me blaze ya
I'll cut your face with my razor
Tryin' to bootleg mine, how the fuck I′ma shine?
Corny rappers, leave the mic alone
Kuchuck style, stay cream like the cream on your cone
I made your girl moan, sexin′ me when we at home
Tryin' to sex me when we on the phone
Styles stay tragic like magic
Some of you rappers just don′t got it
Portland Ave makin' noise
Kuchuck signin′ off, sayin', "Peace to the Cowboys"
I′m the roughneck, crews owe manure to the prosecutor
Glock 9 shooter, leave you stuck like a sewer
I pack rhymes like a nine in my holster
Put your dough up, I leave you broker than a crack smoker
Little league MC's, I freeze
Put my voice on wax and blow it up like the Japanese
Cowboys and we do it like Texas
Outlaws, lettin' off four-fours in the Legend
Kuchuck, Dx, and Tek runnin′ wild
Portland Ave style, bury six rounds in your crown
Fuck the hoes and the limos, it′s all about the demos
Daughter and dime to keep my mind stimm-o
Lethal, a Desert Eagle, so whatever, people
You'll be a cold corpse when the paramedics reach you
Thugs that leak, let a nigga sleep
Get his head beat deep into the concrete street
I creep through whatever block′s chewin'
Like the cops fuck the crack slingers
′Cause ain't a dollar gettin′ spent when the gat stick ya
Bucktown, that's my project, can't stop Tek
While the triple-X beer got my knot wrecked
Wild Cowboys makin′ noise on the track, flip it
We represent for my niggas with the gats kickin′
[Chorus: Erick Sermon & (Dx)
Who's those kids makin′ all of that noise?
(The Wild Cowboys)
Who's those niggas makin′ all of that noise?
(The Wild Cowboys)
I say the Uptown kids gotta say somethin'
(To let the hash blow and uncork the Mo′)
I say the Cowboy kids gotta say somethin'
(To let the hash blow and uncork the Mo')
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