Lyrics:
you bought it
Then talked about it when crack hit the speakers, the music business
I blow up every time we throw up a record
Depending on what you
a man with a big long fat cigar
He said come here son, I'm going to make you a star
Bo Diddley said uh, what's in it for me?
The man said uh, shut your
feel this for my people say yea-ee-yeah-ee-yeah- ee-yeah
Holla
Yo
What’s up Dwele man, what you into man?
Shit, Holla at me
Man we tryin'
what he was
And dedicated to his paper, Jesus
On his b****es (hard as feeds uck)
And if them law boys pull him over he won't freeze up
He got
Aight, let's get one more caller off the phone line
Ayy, W-B-I-T-C-H, where the W stands for, "Why?"
What's happenin'?
(What's up man, I wanted
think
I'm doin' this for me, so fuck the world, feed it beans
It's gassed up, if it thinks it's stoppin' me
I'ma be what I set out to be, without
I holla how you doing and she say what's up
Then she went on to tell me that she love my truck
I got my lady at home but what the fuck
Here you go,
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I love the way she shake it in the thong -
D-D-Dammit man
[Chorus:]
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man! (Dammit man!)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man!
man, D-D-Dammit man
[Chorus]
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man!
(Dammit man!)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla
never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, what it do, what it is?
(What it do?)
It's Paul
act a fool in this muthafucka
Niggas holla, how you do that there?
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga, we don't care (from Texas to Kansas, nigga, we
tryna holla at me, you know?
"What yo' name is? What yo' numba is?"
It's the same thing, you know what I'm sayin'?
So where are we goin' tonight?
(Holla back)
Hey, yo
In the heart of a re-up, it's somthin' like a G up
MCA fingering that B up or that C up
Fiends creep up with their flesh lookin' beat
at your face s***
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase b****
David Banner on the beat hoe
And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo
I got the game
month I ain't gotta give more doe up
Fuckin' with this you'll buy a washer when the shore slow up
I have it when ya kids see-saw go up
I see four blow
everybody knows that I'm his lady
Every time you see us, we super fly
So proud he's by my side
He knows I'm ride or die
You don't know how we roll
Holla
thigh mama give him lil' hip
Then you give him lil' wind-up
Give him lil' dip
If you see a fly bitch nigga holla don't trip
Break her off a few dollars
Checkin', checkin', microphone checkin'
I'll tell you what you need to know
Holla, holla, gotta make a dollar
Time to put on a show
Many, many,
the motherfucking LBC
Yeah, check this out cause
Hey yo Goldie Loc
let's do this for the homies in the hood
The dub, what up
No disrespect to them other hoods
That's the call of my thugs
When they step up in the club they go "YEE!"
When you hit the prison bricks
From Vallejo or the Rich' they holla
at you, holla back (holla back)
Everyday we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'
Yo, aiyyo I dip dip dive, what can I say?
I
Spend a whole day she hangin' round with part-time haters
All they do is dish dirt and put a up on my latest
Itinerary, but since I tend to vary see
I
Ah yeah (uh)
Uh, uh (yeah)
Holla if ya hear me
Yeah (uh)
Here we go, turn it up, let's start
From block to block, we snatchin' hearts
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