Ice Cube - Holla @ Cha' Boy Lyrics

Writer(s) : SMITH, JONATHAN H. / JACKSON, O'SHEA / JEFFERSON, LA MARQUIS / LOVE, CRAIG D.
Artist: Ice Cube Lyrics
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Album: Track 20 on Laugh Now, Cry Later
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I knew you *****z would be back
See, see, you need to **** with me you know I mean?
Yeah, you need to holla at your boy, man

Stop ****in' with them punk *****z, man, with that ****
That's what you get
That **** stepped on *****, that's what you get
I got that raw, I got that, uh

Twenty-fo' seven
(Holla @ your boy)
What you need baby?
Come on with it, come on with it
(Holla @ your boy)

I got it all day, in the hallway
(Holla @ your boy)
Sick of that blow up
(Holla @ your boy)

That's what you get for ****in' with them *****z
Come and see me for that real O.G.
He a O-Z, I'm a whole ki
Dope as a ************, son, a whole [Incomprehensible]

*****es fiend for it, then they lean for it
It ain't cocaine, but they wanna still blow it
What you need, what you need
Hoes offer me the pink slip and the deed

Treat it just like weed
Hit the right end, then pass it to her friend
I'm a hustler, you a customer
Them other *****z you like, straight ****in' ya

Some of 'em lyin', most of 'em trickin'
Others are dyin', some of 'em victims
When you come from South Central LA
That **** is like dirt weed, a ***** got a headache

If you want it raw, now
Make the call now, look me up, *****
(Holla @ your boy)

Fiendin' for that good ****
Take a look, *****, what you need, baby
(Holla @ your boy)

I got it all day
In the hallway on Broadway
(Holla @ your boy)

Sick of that blow up
Gettin' stepped on, *****, come on home
(Holla @ your boy)

Ice Cube, back then they used to **** me
Now that I'm hot, these *****es still love me
'Cause I'm far from ugly
Everywhere I go, they wanna kiss and hug me

They say "Dopeman, dopeman
I got your money don't turn into Konnan"
Don't wanna see the G-hand
I am the man from here to Cleveland

Don't get mad, I get even
Try to shake the van, think you're sleepin'
Oh, my God, this *****'s leakin'
Somebody best to call the deacon

Any dose is a overdose
Leave your punk-*** dead or a comatose
And if you don't wanna listen
My ****'ll crack you out like Tyrone Biggums

If you want it raw, now
Make the call now, look me up, *****
(Holla @ your boy)

Fiendin' for that good ****
Take a look, *****, what you need, baby
(Holla @ your boy)

I got it all day
In the hallway on Broadway
(Holla @ your boy)

Sick of that blow up
Gettin' stepped on, *****, come on home
(Holla @ your boy)

Holla, yeah
But don't two-way a *****
*****, that ain't nothin' but a transcript

Dumb *****
(I'll holla)
Don't two-way a ***** man
(I'll holla)
Damn

If you want it raw, now
Make the call now, look me up, *****
(Holla @ your boy)

Fiendin' for that good ****
Take a look, *****, what you need, baby
(Holla @ your boy)

I got it all day
In the hallway on Broadway
(Holla @ your boy)

Sick of that blow up
Gettin' stepped on, *****, come on home
(Holla @ your boy)

Twenty years
I've been servin' you fiends
For twenty years
(Holla @ your boy)

Why would you **** with anybody else, ha?
(Holla @ your boy)
That's why you're ****ed up right now, ain't it?
(Holla @ your boy)

You need to get at me
You know I got it and I know you want it
(Holla @ your boy)o

Come on, Cube, let me rap on here
I'm, I'm just tryin' to sack somethin' up


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