here And your punk ass better give me DJ exclusive interview You know how I do it, so you better be here, and be Callin me first muthafucka...and if you
[Kemo] Da Hol' 9 mo Time to shine it 2-99 mo [Verse 1: Kemo] Like Tony Soprano, lil' derty "bedaubing" But instead of tortellini, eatin' collard green
[Verse 1: Kaos] Girl you got Da Hol' 9 You got ya ride wit ya 9 to 5 And you still ain't satisfied Your mans on a mission, he be trickin And you sick
that's the only sets where they protect they guts And they smoked in dust, when we're takin them cats to your bone busted rest For the sufferin season, whole 9
Pullin them Jags 3 deep and four on Audubon tried to catch me sleepin Rollin garashee in a Cherokee jeep and while they tried to stop my shine Like Benesian, dumpin out
that girl over therre?" [3] Which one? "That girl over therre.... she workin it but uh man I go out wit this bitch man and first thang come out this bitch
Out therre on the flo' Yeah uh-uh look at lil' mama She twurkin that hmm na na We love to see them hoes Out therre on the flo' Ass droppin, titties floppin Coochie hole
this yo' song Girl, gon' and get yo' dance on [Verse 1: Kemo] Yeah, the ghetto maintenance It's all about survival now To switch places, you Da Hol' 9
wit top dollas Rollin in chromed out Pradas in Impalas Steady sippin' and steady dippin' They on a mission while you trippin' Can't take that heat up out
check it out I'm out in LA Thuggin I'm on my way to Long Beach, when you get out here Hit me cuz I'ma be here in traffic I'ma scoop you up from the airport
price out herre, but they shiest out herre Think twice before you cut out them lights out herre They'll catch you trippin wit that knife out herre Bring your wife out
thurl I know my hands small, that don't mean nuttin Wait till you peep what's behind my drawers You ain't seen nuttin, comin out them jeans bustin Comin out
out herre in St. Charles wit Chuma and Grin Nigga what you got crackin? [2] Got a couple dimes derty [1] Straight up where you at? [2] Mmm out herre
lane, we put the foot up on left What we did out here smokin Mary Jane Turnin' lane, we put the foot up on left What we did out here smokin Mary Jane
, or you, posted in them dungarees Thermal underwear, temperature 1 degree Stackin you cheese hopin one day you gon become to be The youngest shock caller out
a, reach back slap the fuck out my bitch Dump rounds, watch shells jump the fuck out the clip 36 ounces on the scale, chop the fuck out a brick Damnit
cut, its like yo line mo Da Hol' 9 wit me see I'm like that combo, nah mo 6 times the niggas try to subtract and divide Da Hol' 9 But he was just 'vodin
