Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holla, artist - Ghostface Killah. Date of issue: 19.04.2004
Song language: English
Holla |
| I’m from a place where fish was made |
| Cordoroy Baley’s, sportin’those Rakim caves |
| Rakeem came, high self asteem promised me A moment in life, just to wreck yall lames |
| Throw the Tec to your brain, puttin’the best to shame |
| This is Theodore, best to tuck those Dana Dane’s |
| See me comin'(blaow!) start runnin’and (blaow! blaow!) |
| Aiyo… (blaow! blaow! blaow!) |
| Who them fly niggaz when we walk through the party |
| Pimp talk with the Mac strapped to our body |
| Bartender’s nervous, afraid to serve us, bad service |
| Un-smacked him on purpose and see this drunk come and berp us Paper chasers, Starky stayed up in the makings |
| Theodore conquer the four devils wit the patience |
| Cellphones is blowin', the crews not available |
| Ask 'Donna, word in the town, we the realest dudes |
| We don’t need no diamonds rings |
| All we need is a drum, like, fuck it, he can rhyme, I’ll sing |
| And in my Yankee hat, you can drop five beans |
| And then run back to momma, like, all I know is. |
| Holla holla holla. |
| if you want to, I love you (I love you) |
| Holla holla holla if you want to, I love you (I love you) |
| When I walk through any function |
| You bet your ass that the 4/5'll cook, fuck your wack looks |
| Fuck platinum, fuck, let me show ya’ll crooks |
| This is legit rap, I.R.S. |
| can suck my books |
| I’m a family man, Clan mixed with Theodore |
| My boots hang over the telephone wires on Broad' |
| Word to MetLife, Tony got insurance on his mics |
| Smoke mad shit and still got endurance when he fight |
| Both hands clusty, bank account dusty! |
| Ever, say, my name, again, you pussy! |
| Like, an angry, cripple, man, don’t push me! |
| Don’t believe the kid, listen to me. |
| Dirty told me to rock the spot (yeah) |
| Freak the beats cuz the streets is raw (go 'head) |
| Don’t believe what you see, just watch (true) |
| Speak to the seeds, give 'em lead on jobs (come on) |
| Educate, keep it peace wit Gods (that's right) |
| In return, happiness in globs (yeah) |
| We see the future like a psychic’s palm |
| The things I’m saying are true |
| And the way I explain them to you, yes to you |
| Listen to me |