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Slaughterhouse lyrics : "Woodstock Hood Hop"

(feat. m.o.p.)
[intro: m.o.p.]
Hahaha... they think they rid ourselves

We definitely got to give the drummer somethin (c'mon!)
Slaughterhouse (c'mon!) m.o.p. (c'mon!)
Everybody (c'mon!)


[joell ortiz]
H-e- (what?) l-l-o, i'm one hell of a show

I'm the best, you stuck in the middle like l-m-n-o
I'll piss on you, let every toxic elements go
All you !@#( is $#&@ed, call me now celibate joe (ay!)

Ay slaughterhouse, let's go rock "ed sullivan show"
I literally can't front, i'm back like never befo' (oh!)
I'ma rap my letter to hoes

Dear prostitute, i miss y'all lettin me slap my head on your nose
Where the $%&^x is my guitar? it couldn't of went far
Oh yeah, i smashed it on homie head in that brook-lyn bar

Man i'm somewhere in between a crook and a star
Had some more bars but i left my rap book in the car (yo yo yo yo yo)


[chorus: m.o.p.]
Yo, this that woodstock hood hop!
Hands up if you $%&^$%&^ with it

We reppin brooklyn (c'mon!) jersey (c'mon!)
Long beach (c'mon!) detroit (c'mon!)


[crooked i]
Geah, spaz out, knock a ^!$$% $%&^ out
Knew he had a paper thin chin and a glass mouth

West coast %#@!, seven-deuce glass house
Got a (lil' fame) so me and my (posse mash out) (ohh!)
I ain't got a college degree

Just the circle of bosses, the slaughter's in me - pardon me g
I just wanna $%&^x your daughter and flee
And leave all that married $%&^x in the background like i'm father mc

Ha ha, @@#!y, but don't be a copycat
When you see me rockin that, l.a. kings hockey hat
I'm the king of l.a., do you copy that?

It's time for some change like obama in a laundry-mat

[chorus]


[royce da 5'9"]
Do y'all want problems with us? i guess not

Broadcastin live from a pyrex pot
The steeets know that we nice, try your best shot
Speech coded in ice, dialect's hot

Everybody (c'mon) get cool
Beef in big shoes, gun talkin repetitive call it chip-fu
You ain't never heard of me mami you excused

I don't only diss dudes
You sleepin on us, that's what it is - just understand
That i ain't gettin a wink of sleep 'til you lookin at the back of your lids

I'm a lyrical ounce of piff
Still countin them chips, for real mami, slaughterhouse in this {"(*##$!"}


[chorus]

[joe budden]

Look, i'm not a gang-banger, more like game changer
With tamed anger, alias lover name changer
Liable to pop at kids and aim flamers

I'm why your parents told you not to entertain strangers
Dope get it, top notch, flow sickest
Best out, don't blame me it's no spitters

So vicious on the road to riches
From now on call me mr. weiss, they chasin all of your old (*##$es
From the hood new jersey and i claim this

Oxymoron, rob with the dirty and stainless
@@#! back, high saddity so i keep the top back
So when the streets is watchin, i could watch back


[chorus - repeat 2x]

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