Written by Bwog Staff
From the producers who brought you N*ggas in Ferris comes Hogan, a mature new track about growing up and moving out. As with all albums, the follow-up lacks the certain sparkle of the debut, but does reflect the artists’ emotional growth as they peer into the dark heart of the real world/suite selection.
Full lyrics after the jump!
Editorial note: The original title of this post references the name of the last video created by the same producers, titled “N*ggas in Ferris.” We have changed the title of this post to better reflect the work of all the people involved in “Hogan.” We apologize for any offense we caused; that wasn’t our intention.
Sounds so stressful don’t you agree?
Check the floorplans, see you browsing,
Proof: I guess the Spectrum Shaft is back, truth.
Gotta group of 5, suite life;
Zack and Cody it up, it’s like Greek life.
I never knew that McBain would be true
To the rumored reminiscence of Carman two.
Damn Bartick and Jay, where the hell ya been?
While we’re planning our suite, you’re absent.
It’s hard being so sweet, too many options,
Rebounding offers just like we’re Dennis Rodman.
They say I’m flaky, well, I’m ’bout to be gone again,
They can’t have me cuz I’m rooming with my others friends.
Last week I was with my other other friends,
Oh shit, here comes CU housing drama, another ‘gain.
What’s all the fuss about living in Nuss?
Get a kitchen that’s bitchin’ betcha bitches discuss,
that hardwood flo’, say no mo’.
JLC got flow fo sho,
So do the D.A.N.C.E.,
We party like we in E.C.,
Er’body DANCE, On the Floor, that’s vinyl;
All Night Long, do it like Lionel.
Jesus is my homie, cuz Harmony’s where I dwell,
Droppin’ Beats like Kerouac in Hartley with an L.
Livin’ in frats, I guess the girls are worth it,
Pure Premium’s on par like rap if you reverse it.
I got a single, you’re a single lady,
That means I’m Broadway, Hogan, River, Wien, or Furnald, baby.
Kingdom with no roomie, that’s bougie like bourgeois,
And you can be my queen tonight, if you wannaaaaaaa.
Rockin’ in a double,
Smokin’ fat doobies out the window causin’ trouble.
That breezy draft, McBeezy shaft,
Yo housing staff, this the Weezy laugh!
I ride in blue bins, past the move-ins,
It’s how we use them, it’s cuz we groovin’,
We on the rooftops, we in the tunnels,
Can’t you see we get in Hogan up under you?
Can’t you see we on the roof, chillin’ over you,
Holdin’ fast to the spirit of eternal youth?
E.C. chillin’, Hogan chillin’,
Watt ain’t just okay, shit’s illin’!
Shout out, to my homies in John Jay,
And Wien Seven cuz we’re rockin’ all day,
I look back to the Penthouse Party in McBain,
And hope that this year stays as insane!