Holla At’cha Boy

Entro:

Food on the table gas tank full

Money in the bank gangstar in the hood

Name on the steeets

Everybody know I

Since me gotta so good everybody wanna know why

Hook:

They dont wanna play me on the radio

Play my ___ music on the radio

Everybody wanna here me on the radio

Djs play it in the culb yea I bump it in my car

Verse 1.

Listen to me good nees the hood and the streets

The realest in the buildin you got ears you gon feel me

Gotta feel my heart

Gotta feel my pain

Samething on the radio nothing change

Its going down holla atcha boy im in the game

To make a hit they gotta copy New Orleans slang

Damn shame we exposed everything get it right kid we holla back ya dig

Yea thats what Im talking about

From that real dirty south we take that gator route

I know you wanna dance but you gotta understand

Im the realest thug in the streets people wanna know why

Hook:

They dont wanna play me on the radio

Play my ___ music on the radio

Everybody wanna here me on the radio

Djs play it in the culb yea I bump it in my car

Verse 2.

Radio people said I was to hard

Radio people said I was to hype

Im making classical hits they call it conspiracy hits

Hell what they say cause I know it aint right

The DJ said he’ll play it if I play him

Go DJ try me me spray him

Look into my eyes tell me what you see

Im on sound sound hell with the industry

Give me myspace

I need 50ft

You see me everywhere something like a japanese

Smoke with the chief

A true african warrior

Po-boy Daiquiris

Louisiana hustler

Loud music in the car dirty south all star

Everywhere I stand they wanna holla at the man

Attitude feel good its thug pride

And every club Im hopin everybody wanna know why

Hook:

They dont wanna play me on the radio

Play my ___ music on the radio

Everybody wanna here me on the radio

Djs play it in the culb yea I bump it in my car

Dig it or dis it

Slam it or jam it

Make it or miss it

Suck it or kiss it

I got that left hook

Momma got that back hook

I put it on the floor

There she go that back stroke

She said she wanted more

I didnt wanna curse

You want that eddie version

Well let me cut it first

I had to go to church

Why she wear that skirt

Like Roy Jones 60/40

Im gone get that purse

Everybody feel free people lovin me

All the ladies on the dance floor huggin me

I feel like Ray Charles with a hit drug free

And all the haters on the back row muggin me

Im gon do my thing

Let the shotty hang

Im like Gotti im the storm if you make it rain

Thank you for feelin me

I here this all the time

All the people that I meet wverybody wanna know why

Hook:

They dont wanna play me on the radio

Play my ___ music on the radio

Everybody wanna here me on the radio

Djs play it in the culb yea I bump it in my car

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