The Hook Up - Smoke DZA, Dom Kennedy, Cozz

My nigga Smoke shit, huh

Check it out

Gather round hustlers, that’s if you’re still livin'

Get more groupie love than Mike Bivins

Y’all niggas gotta play your role, Taj Gibson

Shoot the whole video set like Benny Boom

Diamonds dancin' all in the light, cash rules

My chick gotta know how to rap, I’m Papoose

I mean I should just scorch you niggas, Scott Storch you niggas

How they all ready, real niggas on the come up

Huraches on my feet, brand new, I’m not a runner

Since Ross killed Baby, I’m the number one stunna

You waitin' on me to fall off, take a number

Let the strap hang off the Vandals

Sitting on my corner, it’s a gamble

Them niggas only drew at Art Basel

Oh yeah

Huh, the hustlers in a room

Rhyme so hard even a Busta would approve

Hoes ain’t nothin', if I fuck 'em you could too

Look it ain’t no drug bust, it ain’t no cuffin' in here fool

But look, shit I must be, diseased or halfway ugly

'Cause these haters talk shit, but look, they don’t ever touch me

I’m cool but familiar with the funk boy, I’m musty

From the place where everybody got the damn munchies

'Cause niggas gettin' smoked like a blunt or two

And bitches gettin' mush like the front of 'shrooms

Either dead or in jail is where that gets you

When the fear get you, don’t act tough out of peer pressure

Now my face the money maker, I’ma let my peers get you

I steer letters in directions of Heaven

Hopin' God hears me clearly, and clears me of past endeavors

And prayin' that we all get in there, man, shout out my nigga DZA

Huh, let’s rule the world and get these blue notes, uh

Watch Jazz at The Blue Note, uh, you can never be too low

Outspoken, but they’ll curve you if you too woke

Luke-warm, I race through it like DuPont

Bought and bought the same watch two-tone

Younger me wore my dad’s jewels to school, I was too grown

They was on the Pokemon wave, Cubone

Keep going!

Let’s make it clear like Blue Dot

Business started boomin' had to open up two spots

Got it covered like rooftop, nigga how you think all my crew rock?

Rhetorical, queue up the Clue drop (Clue, Clue, Clue, Clue)

Fuck it we pull up a few yachts

King of New York style

Huh

Aye, West Coast, here we go, East Coast, here we go

West Coast, here we go, East Coast, here we go (Aye)

Down South, here we go, Up North, here we go

Aye for Midwest, here we go, aye, yeah, here we go now

King of New York style, huh, ha, ha, aye

Harlem World to the West Side

Yeah, aye, aye, here we go, ha

I promise I would be all you need