Da Hol 9 - Lemmehollatcha (Remix) lyrics

[Kemo] Da Hol' 9 mo, time to shine it 4-99 mo Remix [Verse 1: Kemo] Uh, your homeboy tried to play me and I put the Red dot up on his head like Arabian (like Arabian?) Yeah Kemo with the shady grin Hungry like a cryin baby and, 80 Haiti men (Haiti men) Plus you n***as mad cuz ya lady friend's All up on my team, givin me brain out the Mercedes-Benz (she crazy man) Plus you don't know what 10 of 50 states he in Maybe in a couple of years kickin it wit Canadians f**in around wit them n***as choppin up they weight again f**in around wit them razor blades and plates again n***a don't make me raise the stakes again I got kin and friends and n***as in the street, they heat up ya meat Now Kemo Feez about to kick up his feet, I kicks you wit the Elite I rather spit than serve you up a little chicken feet n***a that's a brick of deep, I know you n***as sick of me So you catch me with a 5th of liquor beat screamin... [Hook: Kemo] URR URR! come herre derty Lemme holla at cha URR URR! come herre derty Lemme holla at cha URR URR! come herre derty Lemme holla at cha Lemme holla at cha derty lemme hear ya say URR URR! come herre derty Lemme holla at cha URR URR! come herre derty Lemme holla at cha URR URR! come herre derty Lemme holla at cha Lemme holla at cha dertyyyyyyyy [Verse 2: Kaos] You and ya partna used to roll Tru's and 4's 12's in the back, G'd up all hoes Urry week you had a suite up in the hotel Big boys, they don't owe, sell Them was the days wit the Bov and the fade Urybody had a minimual wage, but y'all was straight gettin paid Walkin down the block wit ya 2 rocks, slangin STL hat, got fat Now you got word you gettin kicked in And X put you on that, see you got a rat snitchin But you already know who it is That's why you moved ya girl and ya kids a week ago So handle yo busi-ness [Hook] [Verse 3: Kemo] I use a steak up on my plate b**h I'm hungry and I haven't ate sh**, so I advocate to hate sh** Like smokin and knowin what it's laced wit I emerged from the basement, slappin faces, smilin faces Time behind the walls got me on some masturbate sh** Plus I had the guard to get my shank and lacerate sh** b**h it ain't no mystery, soon as they mention me I, know its a problem cuz of my criminal history At, any moment I could be down therre again Stay up, to all my n***as doin time in the pen And if they ever have to take me back I'ma remain a black, thurl motherf**a from the northside of the tracks Motherf**as tryin to buy my soul, yo what is this All up on my f**in pole, f** up out my business (Tired of urbody askin who the hell we signin wit) f** a major label, they ain't ready for this real sh** [Hook] [Kemo Talking] Kaos, A.K.A. Kriss Kreingle Kemo, A.K.A. Young Ike Turner DJ Kool Aid, A.K.A. The Big Brawl Lil' Starburst in the house McFeezee! Buck Bam Sham Da Hol' 9 Hella Thurl STL, that's what I'm talkin bout Yeah, ha ha ha