Holla What's up featuring DBA

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(feat. D.B.A.) [Frost] Hm-hm-hm-he-he-he-ha-ha-ha-ha Yeah Check it out Ha-ha-ha N2Deep Latino Velvet cliqua Frost D.B.A. From the Bay to L.A. From the Northpole all the way to the muthafuckin Southpole This is how we roll [Frost] Oh-oh, I'm back in this bitch, baby With a new steelo and a brand new ride No matter where you from, throw it up, represent yo side Peep out the dum-didi, it's me and Boskolini Rollin down the street with them nickel-plated chrome nini About to hook up with my partners from the Lleyo Sit down at the table, figure ways to stack the mail Just another classic tale of a man and his money Cause you gotta have a con in this land of milk and honey [Baby Beesh] Well, I don't know about y'all, but mayn, I knows about moi I keep a deep repertoire and keep some dank in my jar The coldest Latin to ball, the mack handles the law I spend a g at the mall and give your breezy a call And mayn I calls it how I see em from my hustler mausoleum From the West coast to the East coast, from the AM to the PM What's really.. laced up from the waist up, never see me goin bancrupt Wake up and break up a bud so I can blaze up [CHORUS: Baby Beesh] That's just the way we get down, we serve it up by the pound We stack g's and we clown and if you see us around Say what's up, partner, I'ma give you some dap Because we puttin this West coast back on the map [Jay Tee] Now please believe it when I tell ya, uncut coke is what I sell ya Even if ya out of town that good game should never fail ya Call me yankee, bread stackin, boss mackin Got a superbad up in the Cadillac and You know I pop that con hella quick to her You know before I'm gone I sold that dick to her I like ya just like I liked my last bitch Jay Tee is who I'm doin business as, biatch [Bosko] Slippin ??? hypnosis pull Testarossas out your nana Piranha, ferocious, put the chains on her For green guys the mean thighs and d-size I need my batter till my bread start to rise Tellin true lies and extort for sport Got contempt for court, 'biatch' - Too $hort Pimp with force like Vader and never paid her a nickel Mouthpiece that have you fuckin for pickles [CHORUS] [Cool Nutz] Pure bread, posted with a bottle and some bomb head Smoked a broad out and turned the broad out Pimpin ain't dead, the broads is just scared Beat your heels on the track, increase the sack Be a trendbroker, from the womb, fuck the smokers The tender chose up and the bread rose up I was born to rap, secondary to this shit If the music don't work, I retire, then pimp Big work, strip club dancin escort You was perked off the E, dowsed in Hennessy Fuck your simp tendencies, we bring street remedies D boys and pimps took flight with Vegas strips Burned vogues on the turf, screech and peel off Check my trap money, get scratch and roll off Be a boss, get the fetti at all cost Recognize the game, get scrill and then floss