Songtexte Holla @ Cha' Boy - Ice Cube
I
knew
you
niggaz
would
be
back
See,
see,
you
need
to
fuck
with
me
y'knahmean?
Yeah,
you
need
to
holla
at
your
boy
man
(holla)
Stop
fuckin
with
them
punk
niggaz
man
with
that
shit
(That's
what
you
get)
That
shit
stepped
on
nigga
(that's
what
you
get)
I
got
that
raw,
I
got
that...
UNGH!
Twenty-fo'
seven
- holla
at
your
boy
What
you
need
baby?
C'mon
with
it
- holla
at
your
boy
I
got
it
all
day,
in
the
hallway
- holla
at
your
boy
Sick
of
that
blow
up
- holla
at
your
boy
That's
what
you
get
for
fuckin
with
them
niggaz
Come
and
see
me
for
that
real
O.G.
He
a
O-Z,
I'm
a
whole
ki'
Dope
as
a
motherfucker,
son
a
whole
seed
Bitches
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
(yes
indeed)
Treat
it
just
like
weed
Hit
the
right
end
then
pass
it
to
her
friend
(uh-huh)
I'm
a
hustler,
you
a
customer
Them
other
niggaz
you
like,
straight
fuckin
ya
Some
of
'em
lyin
(yup)
most
of
'em
trickin
Others
are
dyin,
some
of
'em
victims
When
you
come
from
South
Central
L.A.
That
shit
is
like
dirt
weed,
a
nigga
got
a
headache
(holla)
If
you
want
it
raw
now,
make
the
call
now
Look
me
up
nigga
- holla
at
your
boy
Fiendin
for
that
good
shit,
take
a
look
bitch
What
you
need
baby
- holla
at
your
boy
I
got
it
all
day,
in
the
hallway
On
Broadway
- holla
at
your
boy
Sick
of
that
blow
up,
gettin
stepped
on
Nigga
come
on
home
- holla
at
your
boy
"Ice
Cube!"
Back
then
they
used
to
fuck
me
Now
that
I'm
hot
these
bitches
still
love
me
(Why?)
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
(bitch)
I
am
the
man
from
here
to
Cleveland
Don't
get
mad,
I
get
e-van
Try
to
shake
the
van,
think
you're
sleep-an
Oh
my
God
this
nigga's
leak-in
Somebody
best
to
call
the
deacon
(uh-huh)
Any
dose
is
a
overdose
Leave
your
punk-ass
dead
or
a
comatose
(yeah)
And
if
you
don't
wanna
listen
My
shit'll
crack
you
out
like
Tyrone
Bigguns
Holla,
yeah
But
don't
2-way
a
nigga
Bitch
that
ain't
nothin
but
a
transcript
Dumb
bitch
(I'll
holla)
Don't
2-way
a
nigga
man
(I'll
holla)
Damn!
20
years
I've
been
servin
you
fiends
for
20
years
Why
would
you
fuck
with
anybody
else,
ha?
That's
why
you're
fucked
up
right
now,
ain't
it?
You
need
to
get
at
me
You
know
I
got
it,
and
I
know
you
want
it
- holla
at
your
boy
C'mon
Cube
let
me
rap
on
here
I'm,
I'm
just
tryin
to
sack
somethin
up!
1 Spittin' Pollaseeds
2 You Gotta Lotta That
3 Steal the Show
4 Steal the Show
5 Doin' What It 'Pose 2do
6 2 Decades Ago (Insert)
7 Child Support
8 Dimes & Nicks (A Call from Mike Epps)
9 Dimes & Nicks (A Call From Mike Epps)
10 Smoke Some Weed
11 Why We Thugs
12 Definition of a West Coast G (intro)
13 Laugh Now, Cry Later
14 Stop Snitchin'
15 Chrome and Paint
16 Chrome & Paint
17 Chrome & Paint
18 Chrome & Paint
19 The Game Lord
20 The Game Lord
21 Click, Clack - Get Back!
22 Click, Clack - Get Back!
23 Growin' Up
24 Growin' Up
25 A History of Violence (Skit)
26 A History of Violence
27 A History of Violence
28 The Nigga Trapp
29 The N***a Trapp
30 The N***a Trap
31 The N***a Trap
32 Go to Church
33 Go to Church
34 Go to Church
35 Stop Snitchin'
36 Laugh Now, Cry Later
37 Doin' What It 'Pose 2Do
38 Why We Thugs
39 Smoke Some Weed
40 Child Support
41 Two Decades Ago
42 You Gotta Lotta That
43 Spittin' Pollaseeds
44 Spittin' Pollaseeds
45 Spittin' Pollaseeds
46 Holla @ Cha' Boy
47 Holla @ Cha' Boy
48 Run
49 Pockets Stay Fat
50 Dick Tease
51 Growin' Up (explicit version)
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