Da Hol 9

Da Hol 9 - Lemmehallaatcha songtekst

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[Kemo]

Da Hol' 9 mo

Time to shine it

2-99 mo



[Verse 1: Kemo]

Like Tony Soprano, lil' derty "bedaubing"

But instead of tortellini, eatin' collard green

Urr time I kick a rhyme, then Kemosabe mean

Urr time I spit a line, you think its not a thing

Bein' the hardest summin I can deem

Got the whip to get ya chick up out her Prada jeans

Got the wit to get ya rich up out ya rightist dreams

Got the wit to get ya litchis like a powder fiend

Homeboy you got a lot of cream

Urr time you ride ya Escalade, you gotta lean

Camilin paint, 22's, lot of screens

This a game, don't move, I got the beam

See I been pullin' Jackson's from the early team

Back when I was moonwalkin', to "Billy Jean"

So fool take me to the vault and don't cause a scene

Represent for McCall so I gotta scream



[Hook x2: Kemo]

URR URR! come herre derty

lemme holla at cha

URR URR! come herre derty

lemme holla at cha

URR URR! come herre derty

lemme holla at cha

lemme holla at cha derty

lemme holla at cha



[Verse 2: Kaos]

I know they one of those, mo they the was vapin'

Clearly got the gold eggs and had to get some mo' cause those was taken

I heard he got them birds for no snakin'

Hater show waitin' for ya partna to slip and trip

He's got the pros chasin', they on his head kin folk

So don't sleep, he know he's keepin' the way silent she go

To keys and nymbo, my peoples wanna see ya boy

Toe tagged, it ain't no joke tell em mo, and know

Make sure that he knows that



[Hook]



[Verse 3: Kemo]

Posted on a corner like a stop sign, blocked 9

Cause this fool dropped dime, tried to slang Rick a brick

And tried to plot now, somebody chargin' 26 for the block now

Slam, only does a bottle we gon' lockdown

Fed shed to shop down but he out now

So I'm about to roll through his spot now

Bust shots and watch fools on his block die

It's much bigger than them iced out necklaces

The Rolexes, its a price on ya neck ya dig

I'm bout to get it quick, they say my head is sick

I offer redness, with 32 shots all off in the club

I never miss, I make em "Black Casper"

I smell cheese, y'all colder than Alaska

you better freeze y'all, put em in a casket

make em a memory dogg

hold on wait a minute, I think I see a dogg



[Hook x2]
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