paroles de chanson Hyphy (With E-40 Verse) - Federation

(Hyphy)

I got my strap tucked in, vest tucked in, clip tucked in, hyphy!
Move like a smoker on bleem on the block
And don't be mad if yo homies got shot
TJ the nigga that you need in ya life
I'm sick from the jaw
Look at me on the mic
Crazy gas, break, dip on you hoes
And if you feel hyphy go and smoke a couple bowls
Hanging out the sun roof blowing the dope
The homie got the chopper up under the pea coat
Go crazy, stupid, dumb, retarded
Northern California gonna shoot up the party
Left coast, West coast, aiming at the Chest coast
Ever since Pac died forgot about the West coast
So my nigga we feenin' for that
40 water, Federation and nigga bringin' it

(Hy, Hy, Hyphy) Make the nosy neighbors wanna call the cops
Hyphy!
Checkin with them scrapers in the drop tops
Hyphy!
Gettin' crooked up and down the block
Hyphy!
Getting pulled over nonstop
Hyphy!
Make a baby mama slap her baby daddy
Hyphy!
Pictures all on the hood and they pop the Caddy
Hyphy!

Get them goin stupid
YO YO YO HYPHY!

Now as we take it from this same sheet of music
I was taught to never pull a pistol on
A hustle unless i was plannin on using it
Swell sappy and Quacka bellin
However rock turtle and Chacha pelly
Got the business ridin stock holders
When my juniors be figure eightin and gettin hyphy
Hangin all out the window and those scrapers were whistlin pyphy
All you throw on a can and shootin dice
That one ain't good we be shootin kites
Shoot me a letter back take out time to write
I'll shoot you a letter back you my boo for life
Surrounded by hustlas, hoodlums, and gangsta
Harrassed by them sheriffs and park rangers
For drinking and smoking, and perkin' gettin blitzed
For resisting arrest with two cups up in my fist
They wanna put me to sleep nighty nighty
But i'm a HOULAHAFA
Shit I'm too hyphy!

Hyphy!