paroles officielles ♪ Public Service Announcement (Interlude) ♪
This is a public survice announcement sponsored by Just
blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records.
Fellow Americans, It is with the upmost pride and sincerity
that i present this recording as a militestament and
recollection of history in the making during our generation.
Allow me to re-introduce myself, My name is HOV
H to the O-V, I used to move snowflakes by the O.Z.
I guess even back then you can call me
C.E.O of the R.O.C HOV
Fresh out the frying pan into the fire
I be the, music biz number 1 supplier
Flier than a piece or paper bearing my name
Got the hottest chick in the game wearing my chain, thats
Not D.O.C, similar to the letters no one can do it better
I check cheddar like a food inspector
My homie Strip to me dude finish yo breakfast
So thats what I'ma do take u back to the dude with the Lexus
fast forward the jewels and the necklace
Let tell u dudes what i do to protect this
Shoot at u actors like movie directors
(Ha-Ha This aint a movie dog)
Now before i finish let me just say i did not come here to
show out, I did not come here to impress you because tell u
the truth when i leave here I'm GONE and i dont care what u
think about me but just remember when it hits the fan
brother whether its next year, ten years, twenty years from
now you'll never be able to say that these brothers lied to
Ving aint lie, I done came thru the block in everything
I'm like Che Guevarre wit bling on, I'm complex.
I never claim to have wings on, nigga I get mine
By any means on wheneva there's a drought get yo umbrellas
out because thats when i brainstorm
U can blame Sean but i aint invent the game
I just rolled the dice trying to get some change
And i do it twice aint no since of me lying as if I am a
And i can blame my enviroment but there aint no reason why i
be buying expensive chains.
I hope you dont think user are the only abusers niggas
gettin high within the game.
If you do then how would u explain I'm ten years a move,
still the vibe is in my veins.
I gotta hustler spirit, nigga period.
Check at my hat yo peep the way i wear it
Check at my swag yo i walk like a ball player
No matter where u go u are what u are player
And u can try to change but thats just the top layer
Man u was who u was for u got hair
Only GOD can judge me so I'm gon
Either love me or leave me alone.
Now back to our regular scheduled program.
(Le Album Noir) The Black Album.
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Reproduction parole interdite sans autorisation. Writer(s): CARTER SHAWN C, SMITH JUSTIN GREGORY
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