The Hook Up

[Intro: Dom Kennedy] My nigga Smoke shit, huh Check it out [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] 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 [Verse 2: Cozz] 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 [Verse 3: Smoke DZA & Dom Kennedy] 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 [Outro: Dom Kennedy & Smoke DZA] 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 [Outro] I promise I would be all you need