HBO

[Intro: Boldy James]

6'4 like Nintendo

It's Jimbo from McNichols

Yeah, GTO

Yeah, from the power glove

Blocks

227

ConCreatures

Dirty glove

Pull out them hot rods

What up, Chip$?

[Verse 1: Boldy James]

Don't worry 'bout it my dude, it's cool

I'm still chillin', doin' what I do

On Hell block and McNichols with Rick Rube

Feeling like a million bucks, Uncle Scrooge

Jump fresh as fuck, the number twos

Bunch of trillion cuts flooded the jewels

The truck rimmed it up, look at the shoes

Riding 26s and up, put up them tools

Gotta hit me in the dunk, I can never lose

Might catch me with some Chucks and a pair of Trues

How I throw them hooks, you think I'm Larry Holmes

Blowin' on that kush, call me Larry Hoove

Different strokes, different folks, Gary Combs

Stranded on death row, I think I'm Harry-O

Got that hammer cocked, Super Mario

From the Hell block to the burial

I'm on Six Mile, Mary Grove

I think I'm Spice One, and it's the murder show

Lights out, curtains closed

From Otta drive, to Curtis curb

I'm in that White House, with the curtains closed

And a ounce of dimes, first through the third

With the night owls, flipping dirty birds

The early bird get the worm in the dirt glove

[Chorus: Boldy James]

This that HBO, hill block original

I play the role in real life, I'm a criminal

Really though, this that HBO

Hell block original, gangsta show

This that HBO, hell block original

I play the role in real life, I'm a criminal

Really though, this that HBO

Hell block original, gangsta show

[Verse 2: G-Baby]

It's me and Boldy boy, you don't know me boy

I'm G.T., Dirty Glove ent

I love when niggas talk, but don't get it

I just talk to the plug, he told me sit and stay chillin'

I'm with it, everything come to a patient nigga

Fast money get it all day like I'm racing nigga

And I even have to run shit

All I had to do was hustle, run through zips

Stack and bubble, take them trips

I know I might get in trouble, but I take the risk

And I pray every time I hop inside

Zip my lips, keep God close, flip the cops and ride

When I get close I'mma call my ride

Fuck that I'mma call a cab it's too hot to drive

I'll meet you there, you know I got the shit

GT bring that shit home, I'm about this shit

[Chorus: Boldy James]

This that HBO, hill block original

I play the role in real life, I'm a criminal

Really though, this that HBO

Hell block original, gangsta show

This that HBO, hell block original

I play the role in real life, I'm a criminal

Really though, this that HBO

Hell block original, gangsta show

[Verse 3: Chip$]

Niggas thought I fell off just took a minor loss

Came back in the Benz bumping Diana Ross

Seen your bitch at the bar, she thought she seen a boss

Sipping champagne, lobster and linguine sauce

You just a 10 piece nugget nigga

Go ask your boss to make your budget bigger

Garbage pail full of Kush and a jug of liquor

And make any bitch forget them other niggas

See I'm the only one she think about

Money on my mind I ain't got shit else to think about

Pros over hoes you get iffy and you bring 'em out

I'm having sushi, with a singer slash model

And she ain't never told her parents she dropped out of college

Face like Halle, body of a goddess

Fucked up bitch, probably end up stripping

Fucked up bitch, probably end up tricking

Cause niggas fucked up, and they ain't tipping

Hard to find a group of niggas getting money who ain't snitching

Everybody fucked up, yeah that's fucked up

Why these little niggas masked, yeah that's what's up

I'm in the kitchen cooking, got the stove on

These little niggas fully loaded with the gloves on

The boys from the drug zone pull the gloves off

Make a nigga heart stop no love notes

[Chorus: Boldy James]

This that HBO, hill block original

I play the role in real life, I'm a criminal

Really though, this that HBO

Hell block original, gangsta show

This that HBO, hell block original

I play the role in real life, I'm a criminal

Really though, this that HBO

Hell block original, gangsta show