Ice Cube - Holla @ Cha' Boy Şarkı Sözleri

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I knew you niggaz would be back

See, see, you need to fuck with me you know I mean?

Yeah, you need to holla at your boy, man


Stop fuckin' with them punk niggaz, man, with that shit

That's what you get

That shit stepped on nigga, that's what you get

I got that raw, I got that, uh


Twenty-fo' seven

(Holla @ your boy)

What you need baby?

Come on with it, come on with it

(Holla @ your boy)


I got it all day, in the hallway

(Holla @ your boy)

Sick of that blow up

(Holla @ your boy)


That's what you get for fuckin' with them niggaz

Come and see me for that real O.G.

He a O-Z, I'm a whole ki

Dope as a motherfucker, son, a whole


Bitches fiend for it, then they lean for it

It ain't cocaine, but they wanna still blow it

What you need, what you need

Hoes offer me the pink slip and the deed


Treat it just like weed

Hit the right end, then pass it to her friend

I'm a hustler, you a customer

Them other niggaz you like, straight fuckin' ya


Some of 'em lyin', most of 'em trickin
Others are dyin', some of 'em victims

When you come from South Central LA

That shit is like dirt weed, a nigga got a headache


If you want it raw, now

Make the call now, look me up, nigga

(Holla @ your boy)


Fiendin' for that good shit

Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby

(Holla @ your boy)


I got it all day

In the hallway on Broadway

(Holla @ your boy)


Sick of that blow up

Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home

(Holla @ your boy)


Ice Cube, back then they used to fuck me

Now that I'm hot, these bitches still love me

'Cause I'm far from ugly

Everywhere I go, they wanna kiss and hug me


They say "Dopeman, dopeman

I got your money don't turn into Konnan"

Don't wanna see the G-hand

I am the man from here to Cleveland


Don't get mad, I get even

Try to shake the van, think you're sleepin
Oh, my God, this nigga's leakin
Somebody best to call the deacon


Any dose is a overdose

Leave your punk-ass dead or a comatose

And if you don't wanna listen

My shit'll crack you out like Tyrone Biggums


If you want it raw, now

Make the call now, look me up, nigga

(Holla @ your boy)


Fiendin' for that good shit

Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby

(Holla @ your boy)


I got it all day

In the hallway on Broadway

(Holla @ your boy)


Sick of that blow up

Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home

(Holla @ your boy)


Holla, yeah

But don't two-way a nigga

Bitch, that ain't nothin' but a transcript


Dumb bitch

(I'll holla)

Don't two-way a nigga man

(I'll holla)

Damn


If you want it raw, now

Make the call now, look me up, nigga

(Holla @ your boy)


Fiendin' for that good shit

Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby

(Holla @ your boy)


I got it all day

In the hallway on Broadway

(Holla @ your boy)


Sick of that blow up

Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home

(Holla @ your boy)


Twenty years

I've been servin' you fiends

For twenty years

(Holla @ your boy)


Why would you fuck with anybody else, ha?

(Holla @ your boy)

That's why you're fucked up right now, ain't it?

(Holla @ your boy)


You need to get at me

You know I got it and I know you want it

(Holla @ your boy)o


Come on, Cube, let me rap on here

I'm, I'm just tryin' to sack somethin' up