Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holla At Your Boy, artist - Drag-On. Album song Hell And Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.02.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Holla At Your Boy |
Uhh, 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 OHH-WEE, I get steel for the love of my booms |
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, e’ything’s all gravy |
I’m still leanin on niggas, actin like it can’t happen |
I put my gun in your mouth, turn your teeth platinum |
Ain’t no more one-on-ones, nigga it’s 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 her feelin me, would you bell at your boy? |
I got a new drink, it’s called 'Gang Related' |
Alize 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, c’mon |
OHH, 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 on 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 poppin |
I go in any project and see what’s really hood |
Like what’s crackin homie? |
I’m hotter than the block with cracks on me |
That’s on my man, caught my ratchet for me |
OHH, WEE, come holla at your boy |
Come to the bar, pop a bottle with your boy |
I reigned/rained in it, don’t make me shower on you boys |
And I know your head nigga, so I got power over you boy so |
Where my shorties at? |
Where my thugs at? |
C’mon, holla at your boy, where the love at? |
Bitches lookin like they wanna put it on my ass |
I’m in this club e’ry week ma, just put it on my tab |
It ain’t nothin, I got a tab bigger than that fat nigga on «Cheers» |
C’mon ma, sit in this chair (c'mon) |
Chicks showin me they tongue rings, they belly buttons |
Lookin 16 like R. Kelly ain’t nuttin |
I don’t play those games, make sure she show her ID |
Before she come, hot steppin in this V.I.P. |
— you hear me? |
She old enough, tell her holla at her boy |
Cause I ain’t got no time for cops holla’in at your boy |
I said |
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 |