Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make You Wanna Holla, artist - Benzino. Album song Redemption, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra Entertainment, Warner Strategic Marketing
Song language: English
Make You Wanna Holla |
Now we gon burn this right here |
Ay yo dim the lights down |
Yeah yeah |
We gon let the track talk to em |
Fly cars pretty hoes rocks on my arm shit |
You’d think I had the world in my palm |
Surrounded by the team pockets full of C.R.E.A.M |
Still ain’t all peaches and cream |
Cause it’s hard being a rich man specially when you black |
No margin for error no room for slack |
Cops stay on your back |
Lyin tryin to convict me |
They wait to treat a nigga you would think it was the 60's |
And it |
Makes you wanna holla |
To the top of my lungs but the weed smoke’s blockin my lungs |
Watchin my son |
I know this game is mean don’t let him go where I’ve gone |
See what I’ve seen takin puffs off the green |
Keep my mind off this bullshit |
It’s like a mental tug of war |
With every bullshit I got a keep a full clip |
You niggas don’t understand |
I’m only human I’m just like you damn |
Makes you wanna holla |
Cause it’s hard sometimes on the grind |
When you’re tryin to get them dollars man and |
Prayin for tomorrow |
But it might not come so I’m a hustle till my work is done |
It makes you wanna holla |
Cause it’s hard sometimes on the grind |
When you’re tryin to get them dollars man |
Prayin for tomorrow |
But it might not come so I’m a hustle till my work is done |
Livin swimmin in bucks big boy trucks |
Sometimes I feel like givin it up |
Drop top chrome pipes damn what a life |
I’d trade it all just to sleep some nights |
It’s hard bein a gangsta |
Specially when you get the D.A. |
still buildin a case |
Everywhere you turn cameras all up in your face |
I.R.S. |
audit your papes trying to take your estate |
And your man’s on the stand raisin his right hand |
Cause you swear to tell the truth I bet you do |
And it |
Makes you wanna holla |
Cause when you got dollars every chick wanna holla |
Claimin they swallow |
Need the so-called cats you knew from way back |
Suddenly they your cousin wanna run with the pack |
He your man long as you givin him stacks |
But let you get fucked and need a buck |
He ain’t callin you back |
Now what type of shit is that |