Testo Holla At Your Boy - Drag-On
Testo della canzone Holla At Your Boy (Drag-On), tratta dall'album Hell and Back
Uh, man, it's been like three years, I can't wait no more
I can't smoke no more, but I can taste the raw
Like ooh-wee, I can still feel the love in my bones
And girls be like, "Drag, where you been so long?"
I'm like, "Ooh-wee, I'm still here, baby"
I just finished three albums, everything's all gravy
I'm still leaning on niggas acting like it can't happen
I'll put my gun in your mouth, turn your teeth platinum
Ain't no more one-on-ones, niggas, guns on guns
Knives on knives, you murder my mans, we murder your wives
Ooh-wee, come yell at your boy
But if I catch a felony, would you bail out your boy?
I got a new drink, it's called Gang Related
Alizé is red, Hypnotiq is blue
Put a little Henny in it to bring out the thug in you
But don't hate on your boy Drag, Drag got love for you, come on
Ooh-wee, holla at your boy
Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy
All my ladies, come holla at your boy
All my thug niggas, come holla at your boy
I said ooh-wee, holla at your boy
Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy
All my ladies, come holla at your boy
All my thug niggas, come holla at your boy
I said ooh-wee, shorty, you
(Who, me?) Yeah, and the rest of your crew
Come holla at your boy, I'm still here, baby
I'm still in the grind, I'm happy that I'm still in your mind
Let me treat you real good and take you up out the hood
Show you a new lifestyle then pull out the Lifestyles
Oh yeah, I'm a movie star now
I done kickboxed with Wesley and got into a fight with Jet Li
Now you tell me what's really good, what's really popping
I'll go in any project and see what's really hood
Like what's cracking, homie? I'm hotter
Than the block with cracks on me
That's why my man caught my ratchet for me
Ooh-wee, come holla at your boy
Come to the bar, pop a bottle with your boy
I rain bullets, don't make me shower on your boys
And I know your head nigga, so I got power over your boy, so
Ooh-wee, holla at your boy
Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy
All my ladies, come holla at your boy
All my thug niggas, come holla at your boy
I said ooh-wee, holla at your boy
Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy
All my ladies, come holla at your boy
All my thug niggas, come holla at your boy
Where my shorties at? Where my thugs at?
Come on, holla at your boy, where the love at?
Bitches looking like they wanna put it on my ass
I'm in this club every week, ma, just put it on my tab
It ain't nothing, I got a tab bigger than that fat nigga on Cheers
Come on, ma, sit in this chair
Chicks showing me they tongue rings, they belly buttons
Looking sixteen like R. Kelly ain't nothing
I don't play those games, make sure she show her ID
Before she come hot stepping in this VIP, you hear me?
She old enough, tell her holla at her boy
'Cause I ain't got no time for cops hollering at your boy
I said ooh-wee, holla at your boy
Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy
All my ladies, come holla at your boy
All my thug niggas, come holla at your boy
I said ooh-wee, holla at your boy
Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy
All my ladies, come holla at your boy
All my thug niggas, come holla at your boy
I said ooh-wee, holla at your boy
Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy
All my ladies, come holla at your boy
All my thug niggas, come holla at your boy
I said ooh-wee
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Writer(s): Carole King, Mel Smalls, Thomas J Stern
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