Lyrics:
never leave (no, no, no)
Can none of these other chicks fuck wit' me
So holla at somebody real (cause I)
'Cause I'm so real
(Real love) I'm
Hit the, hit the, hit the
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho
I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga
Ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the tone,
just need a friend if you
I just need a friend if you can holla back
Now I need a big bag on the side of me
Just want one girl to be proud of me
Make
What me and my girls plan to do was hang around,
Have fun, girl talk, talk real loud.
Then I get approached by a man that probably didn’t know I
Uh, mami, you miss me, don't you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand
you want me?
Can I walk by, without you grabbing me?
Shortie, tell me what you want from me,
Tell me what you really want from me,
Want to holla
down for you
Hey lil mamma can I holla at you
You'll be down for mine ill be down for you
Hey lil mamma look what you do what to me every time I see you
Make that ass clap make it slap
Make that ass smack when I snap
If you is the baddest booty the fattest
Let me hear you holla out
It's baddies
body
When you see me
Holla gully baby
Call me gully baby
See me on the streets
Hope say you dey notice me
I move like an o g
Don't worry no body
When
just me
(Bow bitch!)
Getting that guala (Yeah)
Getting that guala (Yeah)
I'm getting money
If you're acting funny
I'll make your ass holla (Bow bow)
was ah
Thought it was ah ...
Who want the smoke
Holla at me
Ain't you big Steppa
Holla at me at my table
With the big checkers
To come and find
Don't try holla for a free 16 now I'm sorry but I need to get paid
Can't get me on the phone if you do you can tell by my tone that I need to get
style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga tryna holla 'cause
I don't see no nigga in your Instagram picture
Let a playa talk with ya
Let me holla at cha
What I'm saying ain't a bluff
I ain't even tryna cuff
All
my blood, enemies dey tag along
But all I see is our love and it's telling me to carry o
I want you by my side like a carry-on bag
Everywhere we go we
a sock in your mouth, let da monkey out
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo
style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga tryna holla 'cause
in da house
Nate Dogg holla at 'em
Where you at?
Chorus:
(Nate Dogg)
Ridin in my car
And I'm listening to the radio
I'm listening to a sad girl sing
Wooooh
Yeah
Welcome to tha Church: Volume II
Exclusive 213 (uh hah hah, uh hah hah)
Got my nephew Nate Dogg in the house
Nate Dogg holla at 'em
back like crack
Say I shouldn’t have
Hit her from the back
Like that
Cause she ain’t no
Holla back girl
My new bitch trying to
Throw me stacks
But my old
the airport
Taking pictures shaking hands
Every day for me is an oyster
Crack it open find the pearl
I love the way I'm living is what I holla to the world
Wake
like Jesus
And I got real estate
Up by the finest beaches
Remote locations
Its kinda hard to reach us
Me and my baby
GO I spit that fire
I'm the one
the tales of a madman
Unholy comin at your ass once again
Amen, and I don't give a fuck though
Sometimes I feel like giving up yo
It makes me want to holla
Ladies and gentlemen
I got my **** in my pants, **** in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws
I got my **** in my pants, ****
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