Holla At Ya Boy

This is... [Verse 1: Ya Boy] Yea... eh Bay area stand up... hip hop You're looking at the future Young wild nigga might mess around and shoot ya Came in the game like cane for the (? tuda's?) Bout to rearrange things... I ain't the same as you losers I dun seen it all from guns this tall ta bodies getting dumped Niggas slumped on the wall from crack in the sack And them cracks in the walls ta hopping out spending 50 racks in the mall Yeaa holla at ya boy baby... I'm not like them 22 Black coupe black rim... ice grin... ice neck... ice wrist Looking for a nice bitch Whip cost a 100 grand the trip is priceless [Chorus: Cool and Dre] I got work er'ywhere Homie tell me what you need I got people down south that'll let it go for cheap I got people up top with a plug on the Biz I got people in the bay Nigga tell me what it is You ain't gotta shop around Ha holla at ya boy... (ha) holla at ya boy... (ha) holla at ya boy You ain't gotta shop around Ha holla at ya boy... (ha) holla at ya boy... (ha) holla at ya boy [Verse 2: Ya Boy] If he rep that bay why his swag that way? Man the bar so fresh plus I'm cool like DRE Yo my sound so new... like it's still in the wrapper The rumors so true, yes I'm killin these rappers Headed down south with a car full of clappers Inside my trunk all white like pampers Get it off quickly... headed back swiftly Heard them boys on me but they'll never get me... no Who the truth mama let them know That I keep two nines like Gretzy tho The young nigga with the peschi flow That's good fella... catch me in the hood fella... get it understood fella [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ya Boy] Ay you want it I got it You need it come holla I got er'ything covered from the top to the bottom Er'ything come hot from the shots to the dollars I got my Miami niggas rockin in they impalas I got my Atlanta niggas trappin clockin they dollas I got my New York niggas goin hard they wildin Even the Midwest boys hold it down they ridin I got killaz up in Cali, ya'll don't want no problems You ain't gotta make a move just holla at me Mama do what you do just holla at me He got a mouth full of jewels tell me who could it be? Who they want, who they came to see?... It's Y B [Chorus]