Buck 65 - Ho-Boys lyrics

Ho-boys! Small army. Beat to a pulp Keep to ourselves. Recruited from streets to a cult Itinerants. Power of observation and inference Between the lines of obstacle and hindrance Travelers. Cavalier, fearsome, overpowering Foreigners on the corner of Houston and the Bowery Dregs of the wasteland, part of an erased plan Product of the union of a wicked witch and spaceman Fall collections. Break 'em down in smaller sections The Japanese word meaning 'in all directions' Unwelcome. No words found Lower ground's ours. Homeward bound It's a forward sound of war drums and ghost stories So sorry. The have-nots with the most glory H. O. - hopping the B. O. - box cars Up in arms. On top of it. The opposite of rock stars Hoo-hoo! Ho-boys! Get 'em while the going's good Hoo-hoo! Ho-boys! Making the record scratch Utterly out of touch. Exiled. No one gone We have no idea what the hell is going on Outcasted bums, we outlasted Angelinas Demands demean us. Biting the hands that feed us We kindle wicks. Candles. Bamboozle and swindles tricks Punchy, wandering the country with bindle sticks No a**urance or health care or welfare Deep snow and keep going. Try our luck elsewhere... Hoo-hoo! Ho-boys! Get 'em while the going's good Hoo-hoo! Ho-boys! Making the records scratch Arms were drawn. In the morning, alarms were on Home after the war, our families and farms were gone Half-asleep, stirring all night long during Waking up in clothing that smells like urine Yolks over our shoulders, we're soldiers and drifters Not looking for a handout, we do beg to differ Drums of despair, listen. Crumbs in our hair On the side of the road with our thumbs in the air Fugitives. Offensive. Convention demolishers Running with the bulls and unknowns and bone polishers Career misfits. Rotten apples and beer tickets Looking for work we smoke snipes and spear biscuits Scope and frame. Filled with both hope and blame Rope and chain. Cooking over an open flame Depressed clown, dressed down, heading for the next town It's almost time for me to catch the west bound... Hoo-hoo! Ho-boys! Get 'em while the going's good... Hoo-hoo! Ho-boys! Making the records scratch, like this...