504 Boyz - Holla Lyrics
Artist(Band):504 Boyz(Print the Lyrics)[Chorus]: Master P {Choppa}Them boys on that block holla (ooh ooh)Them girls that got it hot holla (ooh ooh)If ya runnin' from them cops holla (ooh ooh){Holla...} (ooh ooh) {Holla} (ooh ooh)[Verse 1]: Master PCall me trashman cuz I put it up and backWhodi owe me money I'ma bust his *****in' assI'm allergic to Dr. Pepper, so pass me Dr. CristaleHit me on the two-way, whodi, I get wit'chaPut it on the stove, bake it like a pieTake it to the hood, slang it 16-5When niggas snort it boy, they be passin' it to they girlsWrap it up in Ziploc, back it up and twirlSend money to the pent. Mac and C be home soon*****es start snitchin' I'ma send 'em to the moonI could sell a hoe a green, front a hustler a lakeI could never fall off, I'm the "Ghetto Bill" Gates[Chorus][Verse 2]: Curren$yThese lil' niggas can't take it anymoreI push through the club iced out, low key with my P. Miller galoreHoes breakin' down the doors, uhhBecause the 504 Boyz here they can't wait 'til we get onIt's Curren$y the mother*****in' rookie of the yearThis ain't the WNBA, ain't no pussies over hereYeah, I'm makin' figures *****in' with the Ghetto BillAnd a truck with some rims that's bigger than Ferris wheels, holla[Chorus][Verse 3]: KrazySee this No Limit army nigga, that's my KliqThe hoe that you tongue kissin' used to be my *****For these sayin' they'll slay a nigga, they called pricksAnd this brown shit I'm sniffin' nigga, it got me sickAnd this big truck I'm pushin', nigga, my tight whipWith a chop of lead on the
