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I'm from a place where fish was made Cordoroy Baley's, sportin' those Rakim caves Rakeem came, high self asteem promised me A moment in life, just to wreck yall lames Throw the Tec to your brain, puttin' the best to shame This is Theodore, best to tuck those Dana Dane's See me comin' (Blaow!) start runnin' and (Blaow! Blaow!) Aiyo... (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) Who them fly niggas when we walk through the party Pimp talk with the Mac strapped to our body Bartender's nervous, afraid to serve us, bad service Un-smacked him on purpose and see this drunk come and berp us Paper chasers, Starky stayed up in the makings Theodore conquer the four devils wit the patience Cellphones is blowin', the crews not available Ask 'Donna, word in the town, we the realest dudes We don't need no diamonds rings All we need is a drum, like, fuck it, he can rhyme, I'll sing And in my Yankee hat, you can drop five beans And then run back to momma, like, all I know is Holla holla holla if you want to, I love you (Oh, baby please now) Holla holla holla if you want to, I love you When I walk through any function You bet your ass that the four five I'll cook, fuck your wack looks Fuck platinum, fuck, let me show ya'll crooks This is legit rap, I.R.S. can suck my books I'm a family man, Clan mixed with Theodore My boots hang over the telephone wires on Broad' Word to MetLife, Tony got insurance on his mics Smoke mad shit and still got endurance when he fight Both hands clusty, bank account dusty! Ever, say, my name, again, you pussy! Like, an angry, cripple, man, don't push me! Don't believe the kid, listen to me Holla holla holla if you want to, I love you (Oh baby) Holla holla holla if you want to, I love you Dirty told me to rock the spot (Yeah) Freak the beats cause the streets is raw (Go 'head) Don't believe what you see, just watch (True) Speak to the seeds, give 'em lead on jobs (Come on) Educate, keep it peace wit Gods (That's right) In return, happiness in globs (Yeah) We see the future like a psychic's palm The things I'm saying are true And the way I explain them to you, yes to you Listen to me Holla holla holla if you want to, I love you (Oh you are my mother's fave now) Holla holla holla if you want to, I love you (C'mon take my hand)
Writer(s): Dennis Coles, William A Hart, Thomas Randolph Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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