The Uce - H-1 (Westbound)

I don't discriminate anybody cause of who they believe in
Long as it got you moving and generating momentum
I figure some people really need a reason
Honestly I'm in love with the Island that I was raised
Where all we know is the summer stay in season
Spread aloha and never spread diseases
Shout to the homey from Waianae cause I believe this
Every day is a hustle my people come out the struggle
It's love like someone hit me with a arrow
Get it out the mud, like I been digging up the taro
Homies tell me cuz, you bout to put us on the map
And I don't strum a Uke, The Uce do it with his raps
How I do it for years and I still sound relevant
Young, Fly, Polynesian and so intelligent
Far as dope? we chose to be it over selling it
But it's nothing to hit the block, reup and get to the spot
When I touch down see me on that H-1
West bound and dipping across town
Free the real, let the devil have the fake ones
Spread love my people on top now
When I touch down see me on that H-1
West bound and dipping across town
Free the real, let the devil have the fake ones
Spread love my people on top now
Boy I was raised in the mix, by the 76
My family know the bricks, couldn't tell you the liqs
From Farrington and jade to salt lake we thick
I probably know your plug, I burnt dank and dipped
We chase money, no more vienna and popping tuna cans
Or tryna feed the Ohana with manapua vans
From Yokohama to Ala Moana, cashed out
Hit like the bombest of marijuana, passed out
I'm here to let my poly people understand
They turned our culture to a business it's a plan
It's time I see my aunty finally get a piece
And see my uncle give up the poison and leave the streets
In this world, money ain't a villain boy its a tool
So get it how you get it, without it you never move
Turn it into something and spread it among the crew
Buy the land back and when you do, just know that
When I touch down see me on that H-1
West bound and dipping across town
Free the real, let the devil have the fake ones
Spread love my people on top now
When I touch down see me on that H-1
West bound and dipping across town
Free the real, let the devil have the fake ones
Spread love my people on top now

Written by:
Benjamin Tafao

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