Timbo King - Aloha lyrics

{*animal sounds*} [Young Broo] It's paradise...yeah uh huh...Young Brook baby...ah yeah... Yo yo, we smoke Barry's like we in Hawaii Dippin' in the CLK it's hard to find me Then the phone ring it's Bo King He wanna know 'bout the whole thing 18 karat bars, Fort Knox gold rings We puppet masters, pullin' the strings, doin' the damn thing I make it happen over night 50 G's stacked in So for the weekend I'm relaxin' Scam on the next plan to make it happen For show that money you gotta cartwheel and back flip... [Interlude: Young Brook (Timbo King)] Yeah Young Brook, Fort Knox sh**... Aloha (Timbo King) Play that sh** back for me... Welcome (Timbo King) [Timbo King] Yo yo, my uncle Wu put me on the Kold Krush Now I'm at the fever lookin' like the gold rush Chain swingin', b**hes wanna love, phone ringin' Cuz back then Dappa Dan now on some fly sh** Ride die 8-4-5 live sh**, you should see us Bo King, Young Brook, move like crooks be So shies see the ice bezels Not three, now shells fly Murder occur, all over evil paper Sex, crack a Beck's, f** the p**y Till it's soaken wet, G's up, hoes love me [Hook: Young Brook] It's Young Brook, Bo King And you know the song the hoes sing Aloha baby yeah every time the phone rings Aloha baby yeah every time the phone ring Young Brook yeah... [Young Brook] Yo, ya sweet n***as got the game sour I caught the kite when me and Tre was in Maui Blowin' out Cali, taking it back like 86 Bally's Trap you in an alley, pop your top like Ali I'm on your block with my shines out Pop sh** I pop them nines out I keep it real everywhere I go Just like I keep a steel everywhere I go On the strip tryna see a mill when that paper flow Get that, double that and watch that paper grow [Hook: Young Brook] It's Young Brook, Bo King And you know the song the hoes sing Aloha baby yeah every time the phone ring [Timbo King] Hawaiian skunk with the dust bizarre inside a Dutch cigar At a luau, cool out, dip dip dive put a lap or two We on some Don Juan Perignon same sh** the actor do Separate the real from the fake This year another mill on my plate Cuz we dealin' with weight We love n***as but they dealin' with hate Thought we was gone, nah Pah Still in yo face, hot steel in yo face We go to war like we suppose to This ain't the booth or some motherf**in' Pro Tools Bang for mines, Brooklyn danger signs Gettin' murked same place you slang your dimes [Hook: Young Brook] It's Young Brook, Bo King And you know the song the hoes sing Aloha baby yeah every time the phone rings Aloha baby yeah every time the phone ring [Outro: Timbo King] Palm trees and coconut water... From Brooklyn to Hawaii we cover the order, yeah...