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Lyrics
Intro
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Oh (Oh)
Chorus
How they own Hoe to Hoe flow? (Oh)
They think they can steal my show (Oh)
How they own my Hoe to Hoe flow? (Oh)
They think they can steal my show (Oh)
How they own my Hoe to Hoe flow? (Oh)
They think they can steal my show (Oh)
How they own my Hoe to Hoe flow? (Oh)
They think they can steal my show
Verse 1
Look Ma in my American Dreams
The real American nightmare
A product gone corporate, my image sold everywhere
They said the music good, but the image is just unfair
But they the same people who said Elvis had too much hair
"Why they gotta sell drugs to rap?" (Why?)
"Why he can't sing about making stacks?" (Why?)
Why he wear pink and light-washed Gap? (Why?)
Why he don't say "damn" and give a hoot back? (Why?)
They say they want the truth, but won't acknowledge the reality (Oh)
They want a gang rapper who look like a fatality (Oh)
They want a millionaire but with some vulgarity (Oh)
They want that Michael Jackson who died from brutality (Oh)
Don't believe everything you hear
"Everything's gone to hell," that's what the people fear
But if you look real close, nothing can be clearer
We just living in a world that's afraid to look in the mirror
Chorus
How they own Hoe to Hoe flow? (Oh)
They think they can steal my show (Oh)
How they own my Hoe to Hoe flow? (Oh)
They think they can steal my show (Oh)
How they own my Hoe to Hoe flow? (Oh)
They think they can steal my show (Oh)
How they own my Hoe to Hoe flow? (Oh)
They think they can steal my show
Verse 2
Uh, they say I sold my soul to the Devil (Oh)
But I only signed to a label (Oh)
They say I'm arrogant and cocky and self-centered (Oh)
But I know my level (Oh)
They say I'm not gon' last, they say that I'm just a fad (Oh)
They say I'll be nothing like I was when I started rap (Oh)
Well, I guess this will be my last (Oh)
But at least that's what I will say when I'm cashin' my last check (Oh)
'Fore I take you all to heaven, uh (Oh)
Before I get caught up in the Devil's web
And before I start talkin' 'bout my sex life on TV
They already got their own sex fantasies of me (Oh)
Why can't a young man be sexy and smart? (Oh)
Why can't I be a mogul in both music and art? (Oh)
They say I'm too commercial, they say I'm too pop (Oh)
But I'ma keep selling 'em anything until I stop (Oh)
Don't believe everything you hear
"Everything's gone to hell," that's what the people fear
But if you look real close, nothing can be clearer
We just living in a world that's afraid to look in the mirror
Chorus
How they own Hoe to Hoe flow? (Oh)
They think they can steal my show (Oh)
How they own my Hoe to Hoe flow? (Oh)
They think they can steal my show (Oh)
How they own my Hoe to Hoe flow? (Oh)
They think they can steal my show (Oh)
How they own my Hoe to Hoe flow? (Oh)
They think they can steal my show
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