Текст песни Da Hol` 9 - Lemmehollatcha (Remix)
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[Kemo]Da Hol` 9 mo, time to shine it4-99 moRemix[Verse 1: Kemo]Uh, your homeboy tried to play me and I put theRed dot up on his head like Arabian (like Arabian?)Yeah Kemo with the shady grinHungry like a cryin baby and, 80 Haiti men (Haiti men)Plus you niggas mad cuz ya lady friend`sAll up on my team, givin me brain out the Mercedes-Benz (she crazy man)Plus you don`t know what 10 of 50 states he inMaybe in a couple of years kickin it wit CanadiansFuckin around wit them niggas choppin up they weight againFuckin around wit them razor blades and plates againNigga don`t make me raise the stakes againI got kin and friends and niggas in the street, they heat up ya meatNow Kemo Feez about to kick up his feet, I kicks you wit the EliteI rather spit than serve you up a little chicken feetNigga that`s a brick of deep, I know you niggas sick of meSo you catch me with a 5th of liquor beat screamin...[Hook: Kemo]URR URR! come herre dertyLemme holla at chaURR URR! come herre dertyLemme holla at chaURR URR! come herre dertyLemme holla at chaLemme holla at cha derty lemme hear ya sayURR URR! come herre dertyLemme holla at chaURR URR! come herre dertyLemme holla at chaURR URR! come herre dertyLemme holla at chaLemme holla at cha dertyyyyyyyy[Verse 2: Kaos]You and ya partna used to roll Tru`s and 4`s12`s in the back, G`d up all hoesUrry week you had a suite up in the hotelBig boys, they don`t owe, sellThem was the days wit the Bov and the fadeUrybody had a minimual wage, but y`all was straight gettin paidWalkin down the block wit ya 2 rocks, slanginSTL hat, got fatNow you got word you gettin kicked inAnd X put you on that, see you got a rat snitchinBut you already know who it isThat`s why you moved ya girl and ya kids a week agoSo handle yo busi-ness[Hook][Verse 3: Kemo]I use a steak up on my plate bitchI`m hungry and I haven`t ate shit, so I advocate to hate shitLike smokin and knowin what it`s laced witI emerged from the basement, slappin faces, smilin facesTime behind the walls got me on some masturbate shitPlus I had the guard to get my shank and lacerate shitBitch it ain`t no mystery, soon as they mention meI, know its a problem cuz of my criminal historyAt, any moment I could be down therre againStay up, to all my niggas doin time in the penAnd if they ever have to take me backI`ma remain a black, thurl motherfucka from the northside of the tracksmotherfuckas tryin to buy my soul, yo what is thisAll up on my fuckin pole, fuck up out my business(Tired of urbody askin who the hell we signin wit)Fuck a major label, they ain`t ready for this real shit[Hook][Kemo Talking]Kaos, A.K.A. Kriss KreingleKemo, A.K.A. Young Ike TurnerDJ Kool Aid, A.K.A. The Big BrawlLil` Starburst in the houseMcFeezee!Buck Bam ShamDa Hol` 9Hella ThurlSTL, that`s what I`m talkin boutYeah, ha ha ha