Lone Star Ridaz - Hola/Holla lyrics

(*ad-libs*) [Happy P] Oh god, I'm hollin' holla, Happy throwed, that's what they yelling When I roll up in my G-4, we came to spend a couple stacks Shorts, t-shirts on caps, and we gone drink Till my people collapse, so line em up To the end of the bar, I ain't playing slick Here go a couple of dollars so keep em coming quick And say what's up ma', she said what's up though I seen it in her face that the broad was a cut throat And she's a hustla, she like to stack her chips And break bread with the click and roll the fancy whips She told me, ain't nothing fin to stop our shine And we ain't sipping cristal we sip the rolly with lime (Chorus) Hola, holla She make em holla holla - 4x She dance the salsa She dance the cumbias She dance meringue And she shaking it like she want it, want it [Low G] Esempre, game and waballey le got cinuervo Orlando, with the finest and the malano Salsedo, and she love it guess it's the pedro Throw up ecan, and the moon in the sanad Im-matchable, with the sound it be international Ecapalo, cause my c-low be wet in tropical Want to stop me bro, and I led on go pa** arrapio Pawetta, yeah us thugs try incometa Wet back, this latino who's representing Wet back, it's latino que representa E loc e ghetto yo, and what I wanna do Is see you shake it fast... (Chorus) [Baby Beesh] Now what's your name, what's your name, what's your name ma-ma What's your name, what's your name, what's your name la-la What's your name, what's your name, what's your name ma-ma I wanna know her name... She's top notch, only be working with hot shots Looking so famous she's training in hot rock Dirty dancing drop tops, keeping it on pop Doing them crunk dances, licking a loli-pop She make it bang like bazookas, she's sweeter than my asuka Hmm, mami chula nobody gone do it cooler Crimination is pa**ion, she smoke a sweet while she dancing Y'all might be staring and glaring but baby ain't even glancing She got the real McCoy, now she gone fill your boy So I'ma feel devoy with some of that thrill and joy Now Baby Bash you a fool, sipping a margarita Baby you know I want you but I really don't need you (Chorus)