(Holla @ your boy)
(Holla @ your boy)
(Holla @ your boy)
Don't get mad, I get even
Hoes offer me the pink slip and the deed
Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ your boy)
When you come from South Central LA
(Holla @ your boy)
Some of 'em lyin', most of 'em trickin'
Make the call now, look me up, nigga
Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby
I got it all day
(I'll holla)
Don't two-way a nigga man
(Holla @ your boy)
Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby
In the hallway on Broadway
In the hallway on Broadway
Don't wanna see the G-hand
Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home
I got it all day
Treat it just like weed
Fiendin' for that good shit
Hit the right end, then pass it to her friend
That shit is like dirt weed, a nigga got a headache
Sick of that blow up
(Holla @ your boy)
Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home
Leave your punk-ass dead or a comatose
Sick of that blow up
Dumb bitch
(Holla @ your boy)
Now that I'm hot, these bitches still love me
Yeah, you need to holla at your boy, man
Make the call now, look me up, nigga
Fiendin' for that good shit
And if you don't wanna listen
Fiendin' for that good shit
Why would you fuck with anybody else, ha?
I've been servin' you fiends
Any dose is a overdose
Try to shake the van, think you're sleepin'
Damn
(Holla @ your boy)
It ain't cocaine, but they wanna still blow it
That's why you're fucked up right now, ain't it?
I got it all day, in the hallway
Come and see me for that real O.G.
He a O-Z, I'm a whole ki
If you want it raw, now
For twenty years
Bitch, that ain't nothin' but a transcript
Bitches fiend for it, then they lean for it
Stop fuckin' with them punk niggaz, man, with that shit
Sick of that blow up
(I'll holla)
(Holla @ your boy)
Come on with it, come on with it
Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby
Others are dyin', some of 'em victims
(Holla @ your boy)o
'Cause I'm far from ugly
If you want it raw, now
That's what you get
Make the call now, look me up, nigga
I'm a hustler, you a customer
(Holla @ your boy)
Twenty years
(Holla @ your boy)
I got it all day
I got that raw, I got that, uh
Twenty-fo' seven
(Holla @ your boy)
My shit'll crack you out like Tyrone Biggums
They say "Dopeman, dopeman
In the hallway on Broadway
Holla, yeah
(Holla @ your boy)
(Holla @ your boy)
(Holla @ your boy)
I got your money don't turn into Konnan"
What you need baby?
If you want it raw, now
Come on, Cube, let me rap on here
Oh, my God, this nigga's leakin'
Them other niggaz you like, straight fuckin' ya
But don't two-way a nigga
You need to get at me
I am the man from here to Cleveland
You know I got it and I know you want it
Dope as a motherfucker, son, a whole [Incomprehensible]
(Holla @ your boy)
(Holla @ your boy)
Everywhere I go, they wanna kiss and hug me
Ice Cube, back then they used to fuck me
(Holla @ your boy)
Sick of that blow up
Somebody best to call the deacon
That's what you get for fuckin' with them niggaz
That shit stepped on nigga, that's what you get
What you need, what you need
