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Holla Lyrics

by MC Eiht

Gyeah...

All my muthafuckin niggas holla

All my muthafuckin bitches holla

All my niggas holla

All my bitches holla

If you ain't got no snaps holla

If you ain't got no ride holla

Lookin for the hook up holla

Holla, holla



(Verse 1)

You can catch me in the land of the greenest snaps

Stanks from tha strip clubs

Homies packin they straps, check it out

One-Time's kinda corrupt, the hood life's crazy

But I love the hood life, baby it's all gravy

Sunday afternoon, the midnight moon

But I'm thinkin that I gotta get to Compton soon

Got a ounce in my pocket and a cupple of grands (chin,chin)

Serve a cupple of hours and hit the burger stand

My hands stay tight on the grip you heard

We gotta duck quick, here come the bird (chipp,chipp)

Back on the block, no dope in sock

Got a house-side window where you're slightly knockin (boom,boom)

Got my tape bumpin Eazy-E and (2)PAC

Check the time on my watch bout 2 o' clock

Call the bitch at the club that I ran into

Holla back, said I come thru and shake it for you

Gyeah...



(Chorus)

All my niggas holla

All my muthafuckin...Gyeah...all my muthafuckin bitches holla

Gyeah...if you ain't got no money holla

Gyeah...if you ain't got no ride holla

Gyeah...if it's hot out here holla

Gyeah...all my niggas holla

All my bitches holla

Gyeah...



(Verse 2)

Who rap they spots and run they blocks

Who started off soft and turned to rock

If you know what I'm speakin, hook your set

You should know how to get a little extra bag

W.S. leadin a pack, we're gready like that

In hot sunny county, dippin with a hood rat

9-0, 2-2-0, that's the code

Fuck a bitch, fuck a nigga, it's the gangsta mode

The story has been told by a thousand times

Town of the thug niggas, hoes and crimes

Some niggas rap star and try to shine (bling!)

Some stay in the hood and stay on the line

That's fine with you nigga

Gyeah, I got your corner

If enemies trip you can bet they are goner

True kill niggas got 20 and better

Hood's still tight, collect cards and letters

It's still a Compton thang, whoever the pain brang

Whatever the mind frame, we can play this game

Compton for death and dollars all the same

Uh, never a shame, ya'll know the name

Holla back



(Chorus)

Niggas holla

All my muthafuckin bitches holla

If you ain't got no money holla

If you ain't got no ride holla

All my muthafuckin niggas holla

All my muthafuckin bitches holla

If you ain't got no money holla

Gyeah...Gyeah...



(Verse 3)

I know ya'll lovin this muthafuckin gang-bang-bang

Step up on the stage, strap tight in hand

Givin ya'll sumptin ya'll just can't understand

(??) my masterplan

I'm a thug til the day I can't escape the judge

Or til the One-Time sweep me under the rug

Or til the Lord takes me away from this place

So I won't see my enemies fate

Chase the dream, cause it's all about the way you kick it

Some hoes won't get down if a nigga wan' lick it

Is that the only way to go

No, 1/2 Oz. is in this

And hey, bitch put your money where your mouth is

Bounce back, cross state, takin the chance

Just to flossin, hook up with the motto and hot dance

Damn, sometimes I wonder, is this all just a bad dream

Or did the hood take me under

Ya'll know the mind frame

Ya'll know how they sheeme

How we play this game

We do it for real nigga

Packin a steel

Uh, all up on the hill



(Chorus)

Uh, all my muthafuckin niggas holla

All my muthafuckin bitches holla

If you ain't got no money holla

If you ain't got no ride holla

All my muthafuckin niggas holla

All my muthafuckin bitches holla

If you ain't got no money holla

If it's hot on the blocks holla

Gyeah...holla back ya'll

Gyeah...holla back ya'll

Gyeah...holla, holla, holla

1/2 Oz., 2000 and 1

For the millenium

Takin over this shit

For real this time

You know how the fuck we do it

Back on that ass

With the gangsta lean

C.M.W.

The underground hero

Comptons Most...Gyeah...

Holla...