H.A.W.K. - Nigga What Lyrics
f/ Lil' O(*Talking*)Southside, H.A.W.K.Throw them hands up[H.A.W.K.]I'm a H-Town nigga, representing SouthsideSitting on chrome, and my body frame wideWood block guy, sitting on buck eyedSee a pair of thick thighs, ask her do you wanna rideOf course she do, so she jumped right inCause it's her first time, even sitting in a BenzFive hundred series, with the light blue lensAnd you can hear the wind, whenever the rims spinSitting in my low, and we watching TVShe said ain't you Big H.A.W.K., from the S.U.C.Of course it's me, can't you 20-20 seeAnd plus the vision from my chain, had your vision blurryI could tell by her eye, she was captured by the fameSaid she loved it, just spell my nameShe was on dang-a-lang, cause I could rap and I could singAnd I could tell she was lame, to this grown man's game[Hook: H.A.W.K. & (Lil' O) - 2x]Here's a little something for the boppers in the club (yeah)All my real thugs, pulling up on dubs (yeah)Throw your hands up, show a real nigga love(nigga) nigga what (nigga) nigga what (nigga) nigga what (nigga what)[H.A.W.K.]Dead End ringleader, and I'm calling the shotsUse to push crack rock, till I hit the jackpotHidden in a stash spot, got the 4-4 *****edMe and Jack we a team, like Captain Kirk and SpockI'm a former quarter sacker, ran with car jackersNow a rapper turned actor, but still a pistol packerDon't work for the cracker, unless it's for millsCause I'm funky than I'm fired, won't pay my billsShowing skills make mills, with the lyrics I spillAnd I'd be in jail, if looks could killCause I love to make do', love to spit flowsWhether rain sleet or snow, like Black Rob on WhoaTen G's a show, if you ask for promoWhat's up Big H.A.W.K., well the answer is noGotta go gotta go, cause it's crunk in the clubGot everybody screaming, nigga what nigga what[Hook - 2x][H.A.W.K.]Now it's the last verse, so it's a must I wreckFor my day one niggaz, on them grey cassettesCause I'm far from a rookie, I'm a certified vetAnd I ain't even broke a sweat, cause I ain't finished yetEven got all the haters, jumping all up on itAnd everytime you see me, it's a Kodak momentNow sticks and stones, won't break my bonesAnd since Fat Pat gone, I'm gon add to the throneI'm the General in charge, so call me sireAnd after this plateau, it don't get no higherI spit rapid fire, and I don't misfireA lyrical high wire, hotter than a blow dryerAs I start to perspire, from this verbal assaultMy career will catapult, and it ain't my faultI'm too hard to swalla, and too big to over lookAnd the best way to end this, is with the hook[Hook - 2x]
