Mc Eiht - Holla lyrics

Gyeah... All my muthaf**in n***as holla All my muthaf**in b**hes holla All my n***as holla All my b**hes holla If you ain't got no snaps holla If you ain't got no ride holla Lookin for the hook up holla Holla, holla (Verse 1) You can catch me in the land of the greenest snaps Stanks from tha strip clubs Homies packin they straps, check it out One-Time's kinda corrupt, the hood life's crazy But I love the hood life, baby it's all gravy Sunday afternoon, the midnight moon But I'm thinkin that I gotta get to Compton soon Got a ounce in my pocket and a cupple of grands (chin,chin) Serve a cupple of hours and hit the burger stand My hands stay tight on the grip you heard We gotta duck quick, here come the bird (chipp,chipp) Back on the block, no dope in sock Got a house-side window where you're slightly knockin (boom,boom) Got my tape bumpin Eazy-E and (2)PAC Check the time on my watch bout 2 o' clock Call the b**h at the club that I ran into Holla back, said I come thru and shake it for you Gyeah... (Chorus) All my n***as holla All my muthaf**in...Gyeah...all my muthaf**in b**hes holla Gyeah...if you ain't got no money holla Gyeah...if you ain't got no ride holla Gyeah...if it's hot out here holla Gyeah...all my n***as holla All my b**hes holla Gyeah... (Verse 2) Who rap they spots and run they blocks Who started off soft and turned to rock If you know what I'm speakin, hook your set You should know how to get a little extra bag W.S. leadin a pack, we're gready like that In hot sunny county, dippin with a hood rat 9-0, 2-2-0, that's the code f** a b**h, f** a n***a, it's the gangsta mode The story has been told by a thousand times Town of the thug n***as, hoes and crimes Some n***as rap star and try to shine (bling!) Some stay in the hood and stay on the line That's fine with you n***a Gyeah, I got your corner If enemies trip you can bet they are goner True k** n***as got 20 and better Hood's still tight, collect cards and letters It's still a Compton thang, whoever the pain brang Whatever the mind frame, we can play this game Compton for d**h and dollars all the same Uh, never a shame, ya'll know the name Holla back (Chorus) n***as holla All my muthaf**in b**hes holla If you ain't got no money holla If you ain't got no ride holla All my muthaf**in n***as holla All my muthaf**in b**hes holla If you ain't got no money holla Gyeah...Gyeah... (Verse 3) I know ya'll lovin this muthaf**in gang-bang-bang Step up on the stage, strap tight in hand Givin ya'll sumptin ya'll just can't understand (??) my masterplan I'm a thug til the day I can't escape the judge Or til the One-Time sweep me under the rug Or til the Lord takes me away from this place So I won't see my enemies fate Chase the dream, cause it's all about the way you kick it Some hoes won't get down if a n***a wan' lick it Is that the only way to go No, 1/2 Oz. is in this And hey, b**h put your money where your mouth is Bounce back, cross state, takin the chance Just to flossin, hook up with the motto and hot dance Damn, sometimes I wonder, is this all just a bad dream Or did the hood take me under Ya'll know the mind frame Ya'll know how they sheeme How we play this game We do it for real n***a Packin a steel Uh, all up on the hill (Chorus) Uh, all my muthaf**in n***as holla All my muthaf**in b**hes holla If you ain't got no money holla If you ain't got no ride holla All my muthaf**in n***as holla All my muthaf**in b**hes holla If you ain't got no money holla If it's hot on the blocks holla Gyeah...holla back ya'll Gyeah...holla back ya'll Gyeah...holla, holla, holla 1/2 Oz., 2000 and 1 For the millenium Takin over this sh** For real this time You know how the f** we do it Back on that a** With the gangsta lean C.M.W The underground hero Comptons Most...Gyeah... Holla...