Lyrics:
them lines with them hard hits
And I'm harmin', bombin' with heavy bombardments
Pushin' poetry like weed by the pounds
Underground railroad, RZA track
It got to resembling a vaudeville show, the show of shows, such comedy =
Unserpassed as juvenile theatrics go, but who am I to tell you to =
Contain
that ones that stuck by me be, was the ones that see me
On the streets, not TV
It's an everyday, it's an all day
Devils and the cops will get me in
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
the clearport
Therefore, I don't wanna hear more
Back and forth about who's hot as Young, holla
Excuse me, damn
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have
Yeah! Whattup cuz?
Snoopie D-O doub'! WestCoast king!
What's up Alchemist? (Sup)
I wanna holla real quick man cause see
Alota these niggas got
threesomes tomorrow, mmm
Kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back
threesomes tomorrow, mmm
Kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back
DC like go barrack
Girl drunk it like a Fiji and she blowed my socks
Every night she coming through for me to fuck that
Found out she had a man I holla
her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta
All these bullshit moves that missed us
Divide and twist us, revive,
Said that I dissed her,
'cause I wouldnt kiss her,
But I got her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha,
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta,
All
stand up for my motherfuckin' niggas
Then we gon' do it ourselves, we goin' police ourselves
That's how we been getting down nigga, holla back at me,
to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay carried
Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me
Pop the Cris', whip the six and shit
and have all y'all
the clearport
Therefore, I don't wanna hear more
Back and forth about who's hot as Young, holla
Excuse me, damn
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
know what I'm talkin about
Get the loot, get the ice
Fuck the wife, no doubt
Trying to live lavish
Marry a big dick and stay carried
Holla back at them
beneath my wings
When the miracle spittin' there shall be no witnesses to the pain
And my ignorance, I charge to the game
So many love and slain by
nigga, hit 'em up (hit 'em up)
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We thirty deep, lil' nigga, we ain't fightin' fair
You better holla at your partners
my own sanctuary
Yo I tried to play with cards but it just wasn't for me
Always bad at spades
My loud packs like hand Grenades
Back to flipping sour
hoppas, plus we
cop droppas, by the day but the night we just cock roppas, tryin' to catch a dime, cat nights and fat,
lets go get they head right like
Better get with it
Holla back now holla back now
If you wondering what we doin we chasing stacks now, but first Jesus
niggas said you need to holla, b
Rus please tell 'em he don't wanna holla, b
Tell these niggas they don't really want no problems ,b
I'm too busy stackin'
get the time right
(The time right)
Raise the bar like my cellular a Klondike
Hold it like Mufasa, count my guala, holla, holla back
Gwen Stefani
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