Yo yo, yo Woke up in tha morning and my eggs was part Turned on tha boob toob saw tha million man march Tha cops in dc, had to play scared Gotta a, warn in plans looking at tha quaters of france Ants in my pants so I dips in tha door Picked up tha keys, caught a telephone call She yelling bones in my sounds swell I'm like why can't, a brother can't rise up All I'm hearing is clobbers, hung up Lighted some butter, wu tighten my gutter Shouted lover, to those hungry Put holes in they clothes Bitch niggas throwing weak shit in tha game On tha streets, smoking dough and leak on tha heap [chorus] H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha drug pushers and face mushers) Those them types that fuck wit me (throw ya henny in tha sky) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha bread winners, tha money getters) Those them types that fuck wit me (lets get this m-o-n-e-y) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers) Those them types that fuck wit me (this is serious b-i) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha thug chicks who loved it) Those them types that fuck wit me (lets get this money till we die)