Holla At Ya Boy

Ya Boy

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    This is...

    Yea... eh
    Bay area stand up... hip hop
    You're looking at the future
    Young wild nigga might mess around and shoot ya
    Came in the game like cane for the (tuda's)
    Bout to rearrange things... I ain't the same as you losers
    I dun seen it all from guns this tall ta bodies getting dumped
    Niggas slumped on the wall from crack in the sack
    And them cracks in the walls ta hopping out spending 50 racks in the mall
    Yeaa holla at ya boy baby... I'm not like them
    22 Black coupe black rim... ice grin... ice neck... ice wrist
    Looking for a nice bitch
    Whip cost a 100 grand the trip is priceless

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    I got work er'ywhere
    Homie tell me what you need
    I got people down south that'll let it go for cheap
    I got people up top with a plug on the Biz
    I got people in the bay
    Nigga tell me what it is
    You ain't gotta shop around
    Ha holla at ya boy... (ha) holla at ya boy... (ha) holla at ya boy
    You ain't gotta shop around
    Ha holla at ya boy... (ha) holla at ya boy... (ha) holla at ya boy

    If he rep that bay why his swag that way?
    Man the bar so fresh plus I'm cool like DRE
    Yo my sound so new... like it's still in the wrapper
    The rumors so true, yes I'm killin these rappers
    Headed down south with a car full of clappers
    Inside my trunk all white like pampers
    Get it off quickly... headed back swiftly
    Heard them boys on me but they'll never get me... no
    Who the truth mama let them know
    That I keep two nines like Gretzy tho
    The young nigga with the peschi flow
    That's good fella... catch me in the hood fella... get it understood fella

    Ay you want it I got it
    You need it come holla
    I got er'ything covered from the top to the bottom
    Er'ything come hot from the shots to the dollars
    I got my Miami niggas rockin in they impalas
    I got my Atlanta niggas trappin clockin they dollas
    I got my New York niggas goin hard they wildin
    Even the Midwest boys hold it down they ridin
    I got killaz up in Cali, ya'll don't want no problems
    You ain't gotta make a move just holla at me
    Mama do what you do just holla at me
    He got a mouth full of jewels tell me who could it be?
    Who they want, who they came to see?... It's Y B

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