We Got Em Goin'

(album: Unfinished Business - 2004)

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, ah, now Hov's in the building, Hov's in the building
Uh, uh, uh
Kels in the building, Kels in the building
Uh, uh, that's right
Hov's in the building, Hov's in the building
Uh what? Ho, ho
Yo Kels in the building, Kels in the building

I'm in the building tonight, it's going down my nigga
Got a pocket full of cash and some 'dro my nigga
Attitude like I don't give a fuck my nigga
Probably the drunkest fool on the floor my nigga
One of the best that ever did this here, every year
It's the #1 R&B singer this year
But y'all know, still mo' money mo' problems
Mo' niggas, mo' chicks, mo' clubs, Mo' bottles
One little note in your ear, and I gotcha
Ladies call me the black Frank Sinatra
Yeah a real pimp floss and the pimp be blinging
It's just the same reason why a young pimp be leaning
Hard liquor, couple sips, and I'm passing it
Maybach so big you can dance in it
Jigga little nigga fucking with the baddest chicks
Got your girl looking at you like the maddest chick
We going

Ho-oh, oh-oh
We got everybody up in the club, hands high
Gino ho-oh, oh-oh
We got players, ballers, hustlers and they back
Going ho-oh, oh-oh
We got all of the pretty girls left in the city
Going ho-oh, oh-oh
We got 'em going, we got 'em going

Yo yeah it's the boy Hov', yeah I blow Os
Circles around competition, not an Optimo
To sit low, in a six-oh, oh
Solo, on lo-lo's, fuck po'-po's
Take a photo, last time you see a nigga so cold
So be-low zero, so froze
So-so rappers are so sore, hate his soul
It ain't my fault I'm so rock'n'roll
I'm just Hov'

Ho-oh, oh-oh
We got everybody up in the club, hands high
Going ho-oh, oh-oh
We got players, ballers, hustlers and they back
Going ho-oh, oh-oh
We got all of the pretty girls left in the city
Going ho-oh, oh-oh
We got 'em going, we got 'em going

Geah, it's the kid from the Stuy, and I stay high
In my A-O-L-A blowing lah lah lah
Goodbye, I see you chumps on top
Or on the highway in something that ends with I
Like I, 745, I
Or the F-E-double-R-the-A-R-I
AR-15 to spray y'all guys
You die (you die) goodbye (goodbye)

Ho-oh, oh-oh
We got everybody up in the club, hands high
Going ho-oh, oh-oh
We got players, ballers, hustlers and they back
Going ho-oh, oh-oh
We got all of the pretty girls left in the city
Going ho-oh, oh-oh
We got 'em going, we got 'em going

From New York to Chi, we blow like hydro
Blow out live shows without pyro
See how I combined the I-O flow
Tone'll rep, Memph Bleek, Kels and Hov'

Bottles, models, follow, to the hotter
Way we play like it's no day tomorrow
Spending my dough like I just hit the lotto
Bounce, park and stop shall not wake I'm straight safe

Ho-oh, oh-oh
We got everybody up in the club, hands high
Going ho-oh, oh-oh
We got players, ballers, hustlers and they back
Going ho-oh, oh-oh
We got all of the pretty girls left in the city
Going ho-oh, oh-oh
We got 'em going, we got 'em going