504 Boyz Lyrics - Holla lyrics

Holla lyrics (Lyrics)

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[Chorus: (Master P) & Krazy]
(Them boys on that block holla) Whoop Whoop
(Them girls that got it hot holla) Whoop Whoop
(If you runnin from the cops holla) Whoop Whoop
[Holla] Whoop Whoop [Holla] Whoop Whoop

[Master P]
Call me the trash man cause I put it up in bags
Whodi owe me money, Ima bust his fuckin ass
Im allergic to Dr. Pepper so pass the Dr. Fishner
Hit me on the 2Way whodi I get witcha
Put in on the stove bake it like a pie
Take it to the hood slang it for 16-5
When niggaz snortin that boy they be passin that girl
Wrap it up in ziplock, bag it up as furl
Send money to the pen, Mac & C be home soon
Bitches start snitchin Ima send em to the moon
I can sell a hoe a dream, front a hustla weight
I could never fall off Im the GHETTO BILL GATES!!

[Chorus]

[Curren$y]
These little niggaz cant take it anymore
I push thru the club iced out low key wit my P.Miller velour
Hoes breakin down the doors u hn
Because the 504 Boyz here, they cant wait til we get on
Its Curren$y the muthafuckin rookie of the year
This aint the WNBA aint no pussys over here
Yeah Im makin figgas fuckin wit the Ghetto Bill
In a truck wit some rims thats bigger than ferris wheels holla

[Chorus]

[Krazy]
See this No Limit Army nigga, thats my click
See the hoe that you tongue kissin use to be my bitch
See these thangs that Im slangin nigga, they call bricks
An this brown shit Im sniffin nigga, it got me sick
An this big truck Im pushin nigga, my tight whip
Wit a chopper layin on the seat, thatll make you flip
My alias believe me Doc Holiday
If its beef, Im like aids I never go away
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[Chorus]

[Master P]
I might let somethin slide but I wont forget
Tell Double XL(XXL) they could suck my dick
I might be country but Im ghetto rich
An when it comes to grindin I started this shit
I put t he G in ghetto nigga call me ghetto fab
Started wit some quarters then I flipped it to some halves
Put the coke in Coca Cola, no bakin soda
Call me Pistol P cause I slang them granolas

[Chorus]

[T-Bo]
Bitch them thangs just got dropped off, the blocks hot like hot sauce
So puff puff keep passin & I promise yall they not lost
Convicted felons load your weapons, they tryna knock ya top off
For braggin to them hatin bitches bout how much your watch cost
Loose lips sank ships bitch so watch what you sayin
Its the New No Limit baby they got us under survelance
An the Feds aint playin they kickin down doors daily
Aint this a bitch I just got off probation

[Chorus]

[Magic]
Im tryna get me a whole chicken, chop it down into dimes
Then flip that bitch quicker than I can flip these rhymes
Now Im on two birds Ima flip one more time
An Im on top done left you bitch niggaz behind
Im grindin Im hustlin, dont trust me when Im broke
An I dont discrimanate I want the money & the dope
You better hope I wear a mask out or thingsll get bloody
Four to ya tummy real messy & ugly

[Chorus]

[Master P]
If you east coast thuggin holla (Whoop Whoop)
If you west coast thuggin holla (Whoop Whoop)
If you midwest thuggin holla (Whoop Whoop)
If you down south hustlin holla (whoop whoop)