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H.A.W.K lyrics : "Do You Luv It"

(feat. Will-Lean, D-Gotti)

Yeah that's right, Houston Texas..


[Hook]
Nextel phones, and twinkie inches of chrome

Million dollar homes, and players'll still moan
Got the game mapped out, and Rolexes and platinum necklace
Benz and Lexus, represent Houston Texas do you love it


[D-Gotti]
The game done changed, it's stangs we bring

Five S. Cardige ring, connected with gangs
Real range on death defying leapords, ^!$$%z ain't soft
Rougher than raw, shop on the Internet $#&@ the mall

9-9 L-Dog, top released for sixty G's
Wreck streets, D-Gotti the owner for what you see
It's what it be, it's under the bomb concedes me

Man tone large land, and pool and concrete
Running, from Federal agents with surveillance taping
Five star rate, seven figga mail we making

For granted we taking, but when we smash it's over
^!$$%z pulling out new Vipers, and stretch Range Rovers
Syruped out or sober, I'm intellectually thoed

Pimp pens on futon, off in my Gucci robe
And all praises to my Pa with his high, cause ballers designed
To hop off in my shoes, cause I'm thoed and on fire on my


[Hook x2]


[Will-Lean]
On roam, connected with cell phones
Million dollar homes, parvay with marble stones

Caddy Fleet wood bromes, platinum Rolex with ice
Foreigns off the lot, without checking the price
To be precise boppers want when they hear, the Jag horn

Creased up in Ralph Lauren, or dobbed out in Phat Farm
Princess cut Clover charm, got my rocks on glare
So extroadinare, it make you stop and stare

Don't dare to compare, your knots to big shots
That cruise on big yachts, protected like Ft. Knox
V-12 dubbed out, 20 inches I pulled out

Chopping and knocking, these ^!$$%z up off the block
On dots tops dropped, hogging flossing on chrome
Low-Pro's Perellis on my celly, dogging the zone

Holding my own playa, on top the Astro-dome
Frequencies get cloned, while I'm getting my mail on on my


[Hook x2]

[H.A.W.K.]

Of course, I'm in convertible Porshe
Race horse golf course, front page of the Source
Text for intercourse, with the beautiful ladies

600 Mercedes, everything's all gravy
Do you feel me baby, Benz 2 triple 0
Steering wheel mo-mo, on twinkie Lorenzos

Screens glow, as they fall from the ceiling
Say oooh what I'm feeling, when you're playing with millions
Hoes stalk me, from Texas to Milwaukee

My minutes'll cost me, so hit me via walkie-talkie
Alast it's iceless, cause my jewelry's so priceless
One look and you're hooked, and I'll leave you sightless

Accumulate dividends, with my ball-point pen
Vocabulary extraordinary, sometimes hard to comprehend
Lenden is what I wear, devinare soft my fair

I'm known everywhere, as a seven figga playa on my

[Hook x2]

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