Nigga What lyrics

Artist  : Hawk 
Song : Nigga What



 Send "Nigga What" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
f/ Lil' O







(*Talking*)



Southside, H.A.W.K.



Throw them hands up







[H.A.W.K.]



I'm a H-Town nigga, representing Southside



Sitting on chrome, and my body frame wide



Wood block guy, sitting on buck eyed



See a pair of thick thighs, ask her do you wanna
ride



Of course she do, so she jumped right in



Cause it's her first time, even sitting in a
Benz



Five hundred series, with the light blue lens



And you can hear the wind, whenever the rims
spin



Sitting in my low, and we watching TV



She said ain't you Big H.A.W.K., from the
S.U.C.



Of course it's me, can't you 20-20 see



And plus the vision from my chain, had your
vision blurry



I could tell by her eye, she was captured by the
fame



Said she loved it, just spell my name



She was on dang-a-lang, cause I could rap and I
could sing



And I could tell she was lame, to this grown
man's game







[Hook: H.A.W.K. & (Lil' O) - 2x]



Here's a little something for the boppers in the
club (yeah)



All my real thugs, pulling up on dubs (yeah)



Throw your hands up, show a real nigga love



(nigga) nigga what (nigga) nigga what (nigga)
nigga what (nigga what)







[H.A.W.K.]



Dead End ringleader, and I'm calling the shots



Use to push crack rock, till I hit the jackpot



Hidden in a stash spot, got the 4-4 cocked



Me and Jack we a team, like Captain Kirk and
Spock



I'm a former quarter sacker, ran with car
jackers



Now a rapper turned actor, but still a pistol
packer



Don't work for the cracker, unless it's for
mills



Cause I'm funky than I'm fired, won't pay my
bills



Showing skills make mills, with the lyrics I
spill



And I'd be in jail, if looks could kill



Cause I love to make do', love to spit flows



Whether rain sleet or snow, like Black Rob on
Whoa



Ten G's a show, if you ask for promo



What's up Big H.A.W.K., well the answer is no



Gotta go gotta go, cause it's crunk in the
club



Got everybody screaming, nigga what nigga what







[Hook - 2x]







[H.A.W.K.]



Now it's the last verse, so it's a must I
wreck



For my day one niggaz, on them grey cassettes



Cause I'm far from a rookie, I'm a certified
vet



And I ain't even broke a sweat, cause I ain't
finished yet



Even got all the haters, jumping all up on it



And everytime you see me, it's a Kodak moment



Now sticks and stones, won't break my bones



And since Fat Pat gone, I'm gon add to the
throne



I'm the General in charge, so call me sire



And after this plateau, it don't get no higher



I spit rapid fire, and I don't misfire



A lyrical high wire, hotter than a blow dryer



As I start to perspire, from this verbal
assault



My career will catapult, and it ain't my fault



I'm too hard to swalla, and too big to over
look



And the best way to end this, is with the hook







[Hook - 2x]