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Holla
03:05
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Holla, take an L out it's hola,
fo’ dollas, my swag is pretty boy soldja,
I told ya,
don't sleep, I wak up with Folgers,
and Donuts,
I keep my cream (Kreme) crispy,
little whiskey in my soda,
hold up,
I think I have an idea,
pick up some beer,
know a party
we can slide there,
I got some clear,
and an Arizona Ice Tea,
we might be,
the flyest kids around, yeah It's likely,
the fur on my coat, make it easy to rope, a little chicken,
and when I get my bucket it is easy pickins,
ya gotta love it, I does it and it's beautiful,
up jumps a suitable, slut for the dude to pull
you might work in a cubicle, to pay off ya school,
but it's your day off, ya fool
I think I remind her of her fatha, (father)
well kinda,
cause when he get angry then he hollas, ya folla (follow)
Chorus:
Holla,
holla, holla, holla , holla
Holla, holla,
Holla, holla, holla, holla , holla
Holla, holla,
Holla, holla, holla, holla , holla
Holla, holla,
Bitch let me, holla , holla
Wake up
collar caked up with make up
I holla-ed at a fake slut,
who wallowed bout her break up,
her A cup,
smaller than I usually go for,
but with her fat ass
she had me rushin (Russian) like the Cold War,
no cold sores,
cleaner than I keep my teefies,
she's pulling of my three piece
we chief up in her teepee,
a repeat,
smoke weed and watch Beat Street,
for three weeks,
but I might leave when she needs me
the wood in my Ac, makes it easy to stack
a couple broads, and you know the odds, it's in the cards,
you gotta dig it, I dug it and i did it,
up jumps the rhythm, and young punks get livid
when they see me at Red Door getting some free shots,
in a green top and some knee socks
like Tyler,
not Stephan; Creator
peace see you later, gotta holler at my neighbor
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Strong Woman
02:54
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Peace to the old timer
who hit me with the cold line
who showed me how turn a ho to a gold mine,
his whole shine,
been tested and proved
he had a couple dozen chicks, when he nested the coop, (coupe)
he’s estrogen proof,
immune the ways of them broads,
he raising the odds,
he told her that he was raising a squad
but she'd have to do more than strip, to get with it,
and they don't ever split the digits, he gets it
a hundred percent,
the money is spent,
on bail for the tail,
if confronted by them,
I asked him how he did,
30 years of the pimpin,
didn't he ever think of doing something different?
he said never, gotta go out and get,
and that he chose this life and then he lived it,
I don't really see him much these days,
but he taught me how to play, when I hear her say
Look at you, with ya hair in a bun,
you was looking for a player,
now you staring at one,
comparing to none,
swear i seen your face in a magazine,
fashioning, some lace girl got taste and your swag is mean,
it's Maddening how i'm ballin',
you gotta couple chips and you all in but now I'm calling,
now you stalling in the bathroom sniffin,
a little dope cause you hope id leave from lack of interest,
Pinterest, posted up, like I'm missin,
but I won't leave till she needs my prescription,
she gifted, in the ways of this world,
like Minnie Pearl
lifted i'm appraising this girl
raisin the girl
give her the sun until she shrivels,
glazing her buns til she comes in triples,
dimples on her on her back, attack
cause she real fit,
real thick,
little baby fat and i feel it
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Hibiscus
03:22
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The fly charismatic,
looking fancy in the pantry to the pageant,
southern gentlemen, without the accent,
maxin, roll up a jackson,
James dean, skin color beige cream,
stay lean, and had the dream since eighteen
The line's form on my face and hands
I'm thirty now,
so I'm torn when I'm making plans,
I wanna settle down, but I wanna see the world,
I wanna fuck some other broads, but I need my girl,
I wanna sleep all day, but I gotta go and get it,
wanna win it without a lawyer and a codefendant,
I made Gummy Soul just to getting going poppy,
I'll ride that bitch till I'm broke, like an old jalopy,
It's gonna feel great when I get's my Grammy,
I'll order up a veil steak and I'll kiss my Granny
I ain't got time for that fiddle fattle,
so I ain't gotta rhyme in your little battle,
coffee shops cats and you broke ballers,
it's no problem to go and smoke all ya's
whole hearted, the flow lauded,
show up to the show and go tarted,
might smack a gold tooth outta tourist,
ya gotta provide proof, I'm a purist,
Brita sipper, nit picker liquor shot licka, tipper,
tock ticker, dodge the cop slicker,
the pot picker got a lot quicker,
the bock knicker,
hotter than Pac or a pot sticker,
they call me Granddaddy, Godfather, OG,
Capitain Naughty will go potty on your whole team,
I show and prove with my classy ways,
and all the youngins show me love as they pass me Js
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5. |
King Louis
00:37
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6. |
Son
03:12
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7. |
Hiccups
02:54
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8. |
I Drink
00:51
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9. |
Holding On To Yesterday
02:58
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Wally Clark Denver, Colorado
Record Company owned by Rapper/Producer Wally Clark
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