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Текст (слова) песни: Latino Velvet f D.B.A. - Holla What`s Up

[ Frost ]
Hm-hm-hm-he-he-he-ha-ha-ha-ha
Yeah
Check it out
Ha-ha-ha
N2Deep
Latino Velvet cliqua
Frost
D.B.A.
From the Bay to L.A.
From the Northpole all the way to the muthafuckin Southpole
This is how we roll

[ Frost ]
Oh-oh, I`m back in this bitch, baby
With a new steelo and a brand new ride
No matter where you from, throw it up, represent yo side
Peep out the dum-didi, it`s me and Boskolini
Rollin down the street with them nickel-plated chrome nini
About to hook up with my partners from the Lleyo
Sit down at the table, figure ways to stack the mail
Just another classic tale of a man and his money
Cause you gotta have a con in this land of milk and honey

[ Baby Beesh ]
Well, I don`t know about y`all, but mayn, I knows about moi
I keep a deep repertoire and keep some dank in my jar
The coldest Latin to ball, the mack handles the law
I spend a g at the mall and give your breezy a call
And mayn I calls it how I see em from my hustler mausoleum
From the West coast to the East coast, from the AM to the PM
What`s really.. laced up from the waist up, never see me goin bancrupt
Wake up and break up a bud so I can blaze up

[ CHORUS: Baby Beesh ]
That`s just the way we get down, we serve it up by the pound
We stack g`s and we clown and if you see us around
Say what`s up, partner, I`ma give you some dap
Because we puttin this West coast back on the map

[ Jay Tee ]
Now please believe it when I tell ya, uncut coke is what I sell ya
Even if ya out of town that good game should never fail ya
Call me yankee, bread stackin, boss mackin
Got a superbad up in the Cadillac and
You know I pop that con hella quick to her
You know before I`m gone I sold that dick to her
I like ya just like I liked my last bitch
Jay Tee is who I`m doin business as, biatch

[ Bosko ]
Slippin ??? hypnosis pull Testarossas out your nana
Piranha, ferocious, put the chains on her
For green guys the mean thighs and d-size
I need my batter till my bread start to rise
Tellin true lies and extort for sport
Got contempt for court, `biatch` - Too $hort
Pimp with force like Vader and never paid her a nickel
Mouthpiece that have you fuckin for pickles

[ CHORUS ]

[ Cool Nutz ]
Pure bread, posted with a bottle and some bomb head
Smoked a broad out and turned the broad out
Pimpin ain`t dead, the broads is just scared
Beat your heels on the track, increase the sack
Be a trendbroker, from the womb, fuck the smokers
The tender chose up and the bread rose up
I was born to rap, secondary to this shit
If the music don`t work, I retire, then pimp
Big work, strip club dancin escort
You was perked off the E, dowsed in Hennessy
Fuck your simp tendencies, we bring street remedies
D boys and pimps took flight with Vegas strips
Burned vogues on the turf, screech and peel off
Check my trap money, get scratch and roll off
Be a boss, get the fetti at all cost
Recognize the game, get scrill and then floss

 

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