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screwball
holiday inn commercial with joe buck
Length: 35
Rating: 4.60 (62 ratings)
Tags: commercial
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Screwball - HOSTYLE
Artist: Screwball
Album: Y2k
Title: H-o-s-t-y-l-e
[intro]
That's right ugh, check it out
Back in tha days where tha people were fresh
It was one mc who had to pass tha test
He was down by law, and he's ready to play
That's right yawl, it's hostyle today
[verse 1]
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)
[verse 2]
Climax a vocal, like tha local weed spot
Dime bags i go through, i'm at tha penical of smoke signals
Tree's in a tight squeeze, night breeze
For i blow hair might freeze, somebody give me a light please
Matter fact i got matches i strike these don
Son where you coming from, vernon fourty one
Here ya shorty come, know she calling me for what
She ignoring me, unless she horny and i got some trojans on me
I just stop start smiling, hands on her hips posing for me
I limped over wit laughter
Told me to meet me a qauter after three, and smacker her on tha ass cheek
Ghetto thug classy, if you ask me, if you ask me
[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)
[bridge]
To all dem types that fuck wit me
For qb and so on, tha hyrdro crew
Mike heron, jerry familar
And my enginer, max zzzzz (zzzzz zzzzz)
Mo greens baby
To my man untouchable violence, what up
This our dudes, prince from pa rule
Yeah to tha mobb deep, and to tha infamous mobb
That's right, girl j nicky brown
To my three kids, get down baby
Yeah, it's on, fredrick and my man calito
What, to all my people, ugh
Tha who hand clique, terrific mud explicit
[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)
*fading out*
Length: 235
Rating: 4.90 (39 ratings)
Tags: Screwball HOSTYLE Nas Mobb Deep Cormega Nature Queens Bridge Lake Ghetto Hood Money Street 50 cent hip-hop rap
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Wiffle Ball Pitching Sinker and Screwball
WATCH IN HIGH QUALITY
Pitch #1 Sinker
Throw with holes facing up and sidearm making sure when you release the ball you are throwing it up. Yes this is a bit ironic but it is what you want to do. I know this is not my best sinker but you get the idea of how to throw it.
Pitch #2 Screwball
Throw this pitch overhand snapping your wrist away from a left handed batter. This is basicly a lefty curve. Make sure when you release, the holes are facing behind you.
Thanks for Watching! Look for more to come soon and check out the youtube account ATK9851 for more wiffle ball pitching.
Length: 94
Rating: 4.40 (35 ratings)
Tags: Wiffleball Wiffle Sinker Drop Pitch Screwball Riser Amazing ATK9851 Bobby Andy
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Screwball - Y2K
from the Y2K LP
lyrics:
When the smoke clears
You know who gon' be there
When the smoke clear yo
Thats all we got to tell y'all right now
Y'all know who gon' be standing there right
See its our destiny to count G's an' a semi-squeeze
Shoot the breeze, volley how the computers might freeze
So Im'a store water, guns, can foods and keep order
We spaz out you cats prepare for the slaughter
The struggle savoir, got my temple on the border
Line, ready to corner you off and get ???, said it
Screwball, read the credit, get your whole team wetted (Yo)
You dealin with some loose cannons (Yo) ready to dead shit
I heard the world was over ahit suppose to blow like supernova's (Uh huh)
Im on the hill high off the real, pumpin my ?bolos? (Yeah)
Prediction told us turn into rollers, don't let the street control us (What
happened)
'Cuz when those crackers pull the plug they gonna creeep the holders
I send my deacon donors, black re-bels, who kill de-vels
and move through cells we rule this hell (Screwball)
Make it picture pefect cock it back and lay it out
Bomb the White House run up in the pentagon and spray it out
Chorus:
Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is Y2K (Y2Kayyy)
Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray (*Buck buck buck buck*)
Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is Y2K (Y2Kayyy)
Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray (*Buck buck buck buck*)
How many times sour limes and coronas
Powerful crimes in America, corna' to corna'
What'choo wanna do, cops huntin you
Aimin for the kill, layin still
Permanent forever chill in heavens field
Spreadin doin' deals, more electric than eels
Respectin the reals, countin what'choo build
?Prepare was heal? journey, with hard times
Examine it, playa's have money at random
Sittin pretty, sayin come and get me
(First line overlaps last line)
Standin infront of the gates of hell
Smackin niggas, pullin out the gat on niggas
Sold crack, plus Im a rappin nigga
I got rhymes for days, I got gats that blaze
Ready for motherfucking war
See this is whatcha'll wanted, you know it got to be me (Screw B)
Everybody talkin 'bout they whips with the TV
I need some of this motherfucking rap money
I'm sick of this motherfuckin funny crack money
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas, y'all don't worry me
Screw B, QB, from here to eternity (To eternity)
Chorus
Length: 164
Rating: 5.00 (18 ratings)
Tags: Screwball Hostyle KL R.I.P. Blaq Poet Godfather Don Premier Pete Rock NY QB Underground Hiphop Real Raw Rap Legends
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