Holla(Album Version (Explicit))

歌詞

[Chorus](Master P) &[Krazy] (Them boys on that block holla) Whoop Whoop (Them girls that got it hot holla) Whoop Whoop (If you runnin' from the cops holla) Whoop Whoop [Holla] Whoop Whoop [Holla] Whoop Whoop [Master P] Call me the trash man cause I put it up in bags Whodi owe me money, I'ma bust his fuckin' ass I'm allergic to Dr. Pepper so pass the Dr. Fishner Hit me on the 2Way whodi I get witcha Put in on the stove bake it like a pie Take it to the hood slang it for 16-5 When niggaz snortin' that boy they be passin' that girl Wrap it up in ziplock, bag it up as furl Send money to the pen, Mac & C be home soon Bitches start snitchin' I'ma send 'em to the moon I can sell a hoe a dream, front a hustla weight I could never fall off I'm the GHETTO BILL GATES!! [Chorus] [Curren$y] These little niggaz can't take it anymore I push thru the club iced out low key wit my P.Miller velour Hoes breakin' down the doors uhn Because the 504 Boyz here, they can't wait til' we get on It's Curren$y the muthafuckin' rookie of the year This ain't the WNBA ain't no pussy's over here Yeah I'm makin' figgas fuckin' wit the Ghetto Bill In a truck wit some rims that's bigger than ferris wheels holla [Chorus] [Krazy] See this No Limit Army nigga, that's my click See the hoe that you tongue kissin' use to be my bitch See these thangs that I'm slangin' nigga, they call bricks An this brown shit I'm sniffin' nigga, it got me sick An this big truck I'm pushin' nigga, my tight whip Wit a chopper layin' on the seat, that'll make you flip My alias believe me Doc Holiday If it's beef, I'm like aids I never go away [Chorus] [Master P] I might let somethin' slide but I won't forget Tell Double XL(XXL) they could suck my dick I might be country but I'm ghetto rich An when it comes to grindin' I started this shit I put the G in ghetto nigga call me ghetto fab Started wit some quarters then I flipped it to some halves Put the coke in Coca Cola, no bakin' soda Call me Pistol P cause I slang them granolas [Chorus] [T-Bo] Bitch them thangs just got dropped off, the blocks hot like hot sauce So puff puff keep passin' & I promise yall they not lost Convicted felons load your weapons, they tryna knock ya top off For braggin' to them hatin' bitches bout how much your watch cost Loose lips sank ships bitch so watch what you sayin' It's the New No Limit baby they got us under survelance An the Feds ain't playin' they kickin' down doors daily Ain't this a bitch I just got off probation [Chorus] [Magic] I'm tryna get me a whole chicken, chop it down into dimes Then flip that bitch quicker than I can flip these rhymes Now I'm on two birds I'ma flip one more time An I'm on top done left you bitch niggaz behind I'm grindin' I'm hustlin', don't trust me when I'm broke An I don't discrimanate I want the money & the dope You better hope I wear a mask out or things'll get bloody Four to ya tummy real messy & ugly [Chorus] [Master P] If you east coast thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you west coast thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you midwest thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you down south hustlin' holla {whoop whoop}