Текст песни Da Hol` 9 - That Hella-Thurl Shit
Da Hol` 9 - That Hella-Thurl Shit слова песни
[Talking: 1- Kaos 2- Buck Bam Sham 3- Kemo]1- Young Buck Bam Shammer (laughing)2- Whut`s up derty1- Give us some of that hella thurl G shit nigga3- Ya nigga gon lay some nigga dogg[Kaos]This that hella thurl shitThis that hella thurl shit(That hella thurl shit nigga)This that hella thurl shitThis that hella thurl shit(That hella thurl shit nigga)[Verse 1: Kaos]Dubs, 22`s, 24`s, it don`t matter what you roll moHoes freakin summin for the low lowIced out, tatt`ed out, bitches sattin ass outUrbody fucked up shit, got niggas passed outTitties floppin, niggas watchin, hoes nina poppinCedric rounds of that STL, A.K.A. HatytownTwo do` Cuttie, burnin moneyYou ain`t gotta hold it for meAll my niggas ballin, bitch, she gotta luv itSmashin hella hos, havin hella dros moRolls, bank mo20`s, 50`s and 1 double OAlways actin bad, pants sagged, du ragTilted hat, to the backYellin where them hoes at[Hook: Kaos & Chipmunk Voice]This is that shit for all them bitches and thugsThat beat they subs, pullin up to them clubsIn them trucks, and you ain`t gon see shitBut smoke in up out of they nose, cuz all myBiggas stayed blowed, 24`s, that`s how we rollWe the type of niggas that`ll take that chickYou been wit, for 6 months but see we blitz that bitchAnd then we set it out derty, ohTaches comin off our mouth dertyAnd then she`s gettin the fuck out derty[Verse 2: Kaos]Woke up quick, lil` derty at about noonBabba Bam, Kemo Feezy and my nigga Lil` ChumaThey had, 4 red bones wit a wig, 2 Philippino twinsAbout to get a suite, kick it in the Chestire InnRoll through the dub, bumpin that Hol` 9Young niggas on my block throwin up gang signs (URR URR!)Lemme holla at ya derty, goddamnitWe got them trees, them sunflowers without no seeds[Verse 3: Mr. McFeezee]Get it like these, get it off that issueHot enough to burn through the skin tissueWhen the smoke on the way to the mentalSkate bird, they fall off the windshieldThink of all my folks in the penI`ma stop, push the end of the boulderWhere ya wanna go, to the ocean againTryin to cop wit my pen, keep my herb po-bag inTell me where the crack bag is, scales crazy fool inflateAnd none of this past is, watchin usStickin out of end of the block wit binocularThe hoes say hi, I`ma show you where the tri-piggas atCheckin out where the helicopters at, boy poppin the gatAskin em where the hospital at, Mr. McFeezee[Hook][Verse 4: Kemo]Gangstas, coke dealers, cold scrilla, povertyRobbery, I`m the neighborhood, role model beLittle kids follow me, teach ghetto psychologyCatch me with the glock next to my cockAnd the crack rock`ll beOn the way wit Chuma dogg, let`s clear up the rumors y`allNiggas get 26 for bricks, get em for 22 at BallPlus my nigga Kaos keep the haos say, parlay I sayParlay ya dig, pistol play fuck up my day and shitWeigh this shit, make each one them bitches 28 a zipWe came a long way from choppin yay wit razor blades and shitErase a bitch, we rule ya whole existence from the face of thisNation-ish, consider potential customers of my place or bedThese Show-Me state niggas, they love it when we pack these showsAnd watch these labels give me money, stack stack my flowSpeakin on these fuckin subjects that a rapper knowDon`t mean to jump off of the subject, but I slap a ho[Hook][Chipmunk Voice Talking]This some wild ass shit ain`t it?I know you sittin there like "what the fuck?"America, home of the fuckin dopeFuck, motherfuckin Bam Sham, you did it againYou fuckin goddamn he did it againHella Thurl, Hol` 9Goddamn you motherfuckas did it againAnother hot ass track, you motherfuckas