Dickie Delaine - Holla to the Bolla on the Dolla lyrics

[Verse 1] G O D, was the first MC Before Jay-Z, before JC Rocking in BC, mockin prophesy Sockin heresy, spitten his Hennessy Above the hoes, all he knows Above the woes, smash his foes Lava his flows, Ol T shoes Birdman chirp, this bird crows So G, he make the earth shake Life he can take, or make you a Drake Think he a fake, dare you forsake Wait till your wake, your faith your fate The sun his bling, his son his thing Temple done top a king, simple one doesn't sing His ways his praise, his maze his craze He reward who obeys, who prays he pays [Chorus] Holla to the Bolla on the dolla The o.g. shot calla, bigger than Sean Carta Holla to the Bolla on the dolla A cloud his Impala, hip hop's godfatha [Verse 2] Slanging good word, haven't your heard Get you high, higher than a bird Get you a heard, I ain't talkin sheep Talkin a fleet, of G-Wagon jeeps Nobody sold, like his verses sold Bible got a hold, stories still told Remember Babylon, the city he scold Never battle him, your tongue he'll hold His cards he'll toss, but never fold More boss than Rick Ross, but more bold You rock the ice, he created cold Through in the l, his name Gold Hear the ocean crash, see the lightning flash Praise his ways, look at Katy Perry cash Kanye spit legit, now cash in his sash Throw him a G-day bash, DJ play that medley mash [Chorus] [Verse 3] Don't need a ride, in a cloud he hide Rollin by your side, alive others died He a real G, a G O D bonafide Control the tide, and every homicide Loves a sick beat, a heart you keep Never without a beat, in my G-Wagon jeep Prophets his peeps, his art runs deep Made your laugh, and the tears that you weep He always makes it rain, more winning than T-Pain Nothing but a G-thang, but no puffin no gang If he a d o double g, he a Great Dane Man's best friend backwards, spells his name He ain't a balla, God the game Give him a holla, shout his name Give him a dolla, he'll give you fame Your bring the fire, he'll bring the flame [Chorus]