| I am rap’s big swinging ding-a-ling, make 'em sing
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| (Holla-holla-loo-yuh)
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| I am everything you ever were afraid of
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| (Holla-holla-loo-yuh)
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| I am rap’s big swinging ding-a-ling, make 'em sing
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| (Holla-holla-loo-yuh)
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| Yeah, you rappers bore me, I wanna kill you
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| Do it for me and I’ll holla-holla
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| I am the pinnacle of sin, it shows when he begin his flows
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| Timid women show genitals, then it’s «go» when it’s presentable
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| Finna show women some in this moment diminish whores
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| Skin it, no gimmicks, replenish, no — grim No Limit shows
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| Call it what you want it
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| Middle finger my opponent, really seem defiant, don’t it
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| One moment, I will demolish niggas with the rawest scriptures
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| Y’all is just balls of shit in a stall, let’s hit, this be the hardest pisser
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| Then a tramp will tell me, my piss enhance her belly
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| But I chose to give her a dirty mouth like Lisa Lampanelli
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| Yes, she demanded jelly, but I re-ran the Kelly
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| I’m springing the yelly and it’s swell because I slammed the Belvy
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| I’m a monster, on the mic or when I’m on her
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| Have a motherfucker somber, 'cause of ill shit that I conjure
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| Juggernaut, he never conquered, if she wants for me, I haunt her
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| Wondering where we’ve gone, sir R.A. |
| and Tech, yeah we bonkers
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| (Holla-holla-loo-yuh)
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| I am rap’s big swinging ding-a-ling, make 'em sing
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| (Holla-holla-loo-yuh)
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| I am everything you ever were afraid of
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| (Holla-holla-loo-yuh)
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| I am rap’s big swinging ding-a-ling, make 'em sing
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| (Holla-holla-loo-yuh)
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| Yeah, you rappers bore me, I wanna kill you
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| Do it for me and I’ll holla-holla
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| Yo, it’s a brutal system, assume position
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| You superstition? |
| Or Jew or Christian?
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| School religion is a cruel depiction
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| They can blind your hearing, they can mute your vision
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| Live in the dirt, burn, slithering earth worm
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| Leave you like MJ with a hit and a burnt perm
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| Soon to be unity, murder me, what could you do to me?
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| This is foolery, I’m a hooligan, leaving you drooling
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| When I’m beating you brutally, slappin' your bitch and takin' your jewelry
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| Your mama crying when she reading your eulogy
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| Let me slow down, put your dough down
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| I’ve got enough flow for it to go 'round
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| This is profound, you a broke clown
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| With a coke frown and an old sound
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| I’m like «sell 'em the heroin and givin' 'em the needle»
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| I’m in your cerebral, this wigger is evil
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| Limit the people, piss in a cathedral
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| Aborting your mission like a position that’s fetal
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| My impolite stares give 'em nightmares
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| Burn 'em like the bush, give 'em white hairs
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| Jiving and shucking your ass, sufferin' succotash
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| I fuck with the gutter trash, don’t fuck with the upper class
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| Sellers and buyers, political liars
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| The drug suppliers, the fake Messiahs
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| Is it negative energy hiding their identity?
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| Every enemy wishing they were shooting me like a Kennedy
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| I spit at Satan and I kick his face in
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| Make him lick the pavement for misbehaving
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| You got a vendetta? |
| Better be ready to forget it
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| Bullets is headed to your head and embedded, the slug met it
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| I be tripping on my ego like I’m Ultra Magnetic
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| I’m makin' dollars like I’m Parrish and Erick
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| I’m back, check it bitch
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| (Holla-holla-loo-yuh)
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| I am rap’s big swinging ding-a-ling, make 'em sing
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| (Holla-holla-loo-yuh)
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| I am everything you ever were afraid of
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| (Holla-holla-loo-yuh)
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| I am rap’s big swinging ding-a-ling, make 'em sing
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| (Holla-holla-loo-yuh)
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| Yeah, you rappers bore me, I wanna kill you
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| Do it for me and I’ll holla-holla |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Holla-Loo-Yuh , by - R.A. The Rugged Man. Song from the album Legends Never Die, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп