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da hol 9 - that hella thurl shit lyrics

[talking: 1- kaos 2- buck bam sham 3- kemo]
[1] young buck bam shammer (laughing)
[2] whut’s up derty
[1] give us some of that h-lla thurl g sh-t n-gg-
[3] ya n-gg- gon lay some n-gg- dogg

[kaos]
this that h-lla thurl sh-t
this that h-lla thurl sh-t
(that h-lla thurl sh-t n-gg-)
this that h-lla thurl sh-t
this that h-lla thurl sh-t
(that h-lla thurl sh-t n-gg-)

[verse 1: kaos]
dubs, 22’s, 24’s, it don’t matter what you roll mo
hoes freakin summin for the low low
iced out, tatt’ed out, b-tches sattin -ss out
urbody f-cked up sh-t, got n-gg-s p-ssed out
t-tties floppin, n-gg-s watchin, hoes nina poppin
cedric rounds of that stl, a.k.a. hatytown
two do’ cuttie, burnin money
you ain’t gotta hold it for me
all my n-gg-s ballin, b-tch, she gotta luv it
smashin h-lla hos, havin h-lla dros mo
rolls, bank mo
20’s, 50’s and 1 double o
always actin bad, pants sagged, du rag
tilted hat, to the back
yellin where them hoes at

[hook: kaos & chipmunk voice]
this is that sh-t for all them b-tches and thugs
that beat they subs, pullin up to them clubs
in them trucks, and you ain’t gon see sh-t
but smoke in up out of they nose, cuz all my
biggas stayed blowed, 24’s, that’s how we roll
we the type of n-gg-s that’ll take that chick
you been wit, for 6 months but see we blitz that b-tch
and then we set it out derty, oh
taches comin off our mouth derty
and then she’s gettin the f-ck out derty

[verse 2: kaos]
woke up quick, lil’ derty at about noon
babba bam, kemo feezy and my n-gg- lil’ chuma
they had, 4 red bones wit a wig, 2 philippino twins
about to get a suite, kick it in the chestire inn
roll through the dub, b-mpin that hol’ 9
young n-gg-s on my block throwin up gang signs (urr urr!)
lemme holla at ya derty, godd-mnit
we got them trees, them sunflowers without no seeds

[verse 3: mr. mcfeezee]
get it like these, get it off that issue
hot enough to burn through the skin tissue
when the smoke on the way to the mental
skate bird, they fall off the windshield
think of all my folks in the pen
i’ma stop, push the end of the boulder
where ya wanna go, to the ocean again
tryin to cop wit my pen, keep my herb po-bag in
tell me where the crack bag is, scales crazy fool inflate
and none of this past is, watchin us
stickin out of end of the block wit binocular
the hoes say hi, i’ma show you where the tri-piggas at
checkin out where the helicopters at, boy poppin the gat
askin em where the hospital at, mr. mcfeezee

[hook]

[verse 4: kemo]
gangstas, c-ke dealers, cold scrilla, poverty
robbery, i’m the neighborhood, role model be
little kids follow me, teach ghetto psychology
catch me with the glock next to my c-ck
and the crack rock’ll be
on the way wit chuma dogg, let’s clear up the rumors y’all
n-gg-s get 26 for bricks, get em for 22 at ball
plus my n-gg- kaos keep the haos say, parlay i say
parlay ya dig, pistol play f-ck up my day and sh-t
weigh this sh-t, make each one them b-tches 28 a zip
we came a long way from choppin yay wit razor blades and sh-t
erase a b-tch, we rule ya whole existence from the face of this
nation-ish, consider potential customers of my place or bed
these show-me state n-gg-s, they love it when we pack these shows
and watch these labels give me money, stack stack my flow
speakin on these f-ckin subjects that a rapper know
don’t mean to jump off of the subject, but i slap a ho

[hook]

[chipmunk voice talking]
this some wild -ss sh-t ain’t it?
i know you sittin there like “what the f-ck?”
america, home of the f-ckin dope
f-ck, motherf-ckin bam sham, you did it again
you f-ckin godd-mn he did it again
h-lla thurl, hol’ 9
godd-mn you motherf-ckas did it again
another hot -ss track, you motherf-ckas

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