F. Perren - Izzo (H.O.V.A.) MTV Unplugged lyrics

[Intro] Welcome to Jay Z's poetry reading Halt, who goes there Do this do this It was the winter It was cold It was the cold winter Welcome ladies and gentleman once again As if we never left It's MTV Unplugged I'll be your host this evening I go by a couple of names People call me a lot of names, couple to my face you know Sometimes they call me Jay Z Sometimes they call me Jigga Sometimes they call me Young Hov Iceberg, tonight I'm (H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A) You gotta love that (H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A) I got the most incredible Roots band with me tonight y'all (H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A) It's a beautiful thing Welcome everybody to the 8th Wonder of the world (H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A) The flow of the century Always timeless (H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A) Hov We gonna thank everybody for coming out (H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A) You could've been anywhere in the world, you're here with me I appreciate that Let's rock [Verse 1] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA Was herbin' em in the home of the Terrapins, got it dirt cheap for them Plus if they was short with cheese I would work with them I Brought in weed, got rid of that dirt for them Wasn't born hustlers, I was birthing 'em H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me Haters want me clap that chrome, it ain't easy Cops want to knock me, D.A. wants to box me in But somehow I beat them charges like Rocky H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Still not guilty, he who does not feel me Is not real to me, therefore he doesn't exist So poof! (Vamoose, son of a b**h!) [Hook] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, get'cha damn hands up! H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Still not guilty y'all got to feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, get'cha damn hands up! [Verse 2] I do this for my culture To let them know what ya boy look like when ya boy in that Roadster Show them how to move in a room full of vultures Industry is shady, it needs to be taken over Label owners hate me, I'm raising the status quo up I'm overcharging labels for what they did to the Cold Crush Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hoed us We can talk, but money talks, so talk more bucks [Hook] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, get'cha damn hands up! H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, get'cha damn hands up! [Verse 3] Hov is back, life stories told through rap They acting like I sold you crack Like I told you sell d**; no, Hov did that So hopefully you won't have to go through that I was raised in the projects, roaches and rats Smokers out back selling their mama's sofa Lookouts on the corner focused on the ave Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk Me under a lamppost, why I got my hand closed? That's in my palm, watching the long arm of the law So you know I seen it all before I've seen Hoop Dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight To try and to fail: the two things I hate Succeed in this rap game: the two things that's great H O V A (What else can I say about dude? I gets bu-sy) Yeah! [Hook] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, get'cha damn hands up! H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, get'cha damn hands up! H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, get'cha damn hands up! H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo sheezy my neezy keep my arms so greasy