| Uhh, man it’s been like three years I can’t wait no more
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| I can’t smoke no more but I can taste the raw
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| Like OHH-WEE, I get steel for the love of my booms
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| And girls be like (Drag, where you been so long?)
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| I’m like OOH, WEE, I’m still here baby
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| I just finished three albums, e’ything’s all gravy
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| I’m still leanin on niggas, actin like it can’t happen
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| I put my gun in your mouth, turn your teeth platinum
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| Ain’t no more one-on-ones, nigga it’s guns-on-guns, knives-on-knives
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| You murder my mans, we murder your wives
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| OOH, WEE, come yell at your boy
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| But if I catch her feelin me, would you bell at your boy?
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| I got a new drink, it’s called 'Gang Related'
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| Alize is red, Hypnotiq is blue
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| Put a little Henny in it to bring out the THUG in you
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| But don’t hate on your boy Drag, Drag got love for you, c’mon
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| OHH, WEE, holla at your boy
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| Y’all want noise? |
| Come holla at your boy
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| All my ladies, come holla at your boy
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| All my thug niggas come holla at your boy
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| I said OOH, WEE, holla at your boy
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| Y’all want noise? |
| Come holla at your boy
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| All my ladies, come holla at your boy
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| All my thug niggas come holla at your boy
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| I said OOH, WEE, shorty you
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| (Who me?) Yeah, and the rest of your crew
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| Come holla at your boy, I’m still here baby, I’m still in the grind
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| I’m happy that I’m still on your mind
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| Let me treat you real good and take you up out the hood
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| Show you a new lifestyle, then pull out the Lifestyles
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| Oh yeah I’m a movie star now, I done kickboxed with Wesley
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| And got into a fight with Jet Li
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| Now you tell me what’s really good — what’s really poppin
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| I go in any project and see what’s really hood
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| Like what’s crackin homie? |
| I’m hotter than the block with cracks on me
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| That’s on my man, caught my ratchet for me
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| OHH, WEE, come holla at your boy
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| Come to the bar, pop a bottle with your boy
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| I reigned/rained in it, don’t make me shower on you boys
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| And I know your head nigga, so I got power over you boy so
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| Where my shorties at? |
| Where my thugs at?
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| C’mon, holla at your boy, where the love at?
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| Bitches lookin like they wanna put it on my ass
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| I’m in this club e’ry week ma, just put it on my tab
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| It ain’t nothin, I got a tab bigger than that fat nigga on «Cheers»
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| C’mon ma, sit in this chair (c'mon)
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| Chicks showin me they tongue rings, they belly buttons
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| Lookin 16 like R. Kelly ain’t nuttin
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| I don’t play those games, make sure she show her ID
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| Before she come, hot steppin in this V.I.P. |
| — you hear me?
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| She old enough, tell her holla at her boy
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| Cause I ain’t got no time for cops holla’in at your boy
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| I said
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| I said OOH, WEE, holla at your boy
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| Y’all want noise? |
| Come holla at your boy
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| All my ladies, come holla at your boy
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| All my thug niggas come holla at your boy
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| I said OOH, WEE |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Holla At Your Boy , by - Drag-On. Song from the album Hell And Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп