Lonestar Ridaz - Hola / Holla lyrics

[ad-libs:] [Happy Perez:] Oh god, I'm hollin' hola, Happy throwed, that's what they yellin' When I roll up in my G4, we came to spend a couple stacks Shorts, T-shirts on caps & we gon' drink 'Til my people collapse, so line 'em up To the end of the bar, I ain't playin' slick Here go a couple of dollars so keep 'em comin' quick & say what's up ma' she said what's up though I seen it in her face that the broad was a cut throat & she's a hustla, she like to stack her chips & break bread with the click & roll the fancy whips She told me, ain't nothin' fin to stop our shine & we ain't sippin' crystal we sip the rolly with lime. Hola / Holla She make 'em Hola / Holla. [x4] [Russell Lee:] She dance the salsa She dance to cumbia's She dance meringue & she shakin' it like she want it, want it. [Low G:] Esempre, game & waballey le got cinuervo Orlando, with the finest & the malano Salsedo & she love it guess ora pedro Throw up ecan & 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? & I led on go pa** arrapio Pawetta, yeah us thugs try incometa Wet ba, this latino who's representin' Wet back, it's latino que representa E loc e ghetto yo hey what I wanna do Is see your shake get fast... Hola / Holla She make 'em Hola / Holla. [x4] [Russell Lee:] She dance the salsa She dance to cumbia's She dance meringue & she shakin' it like she want it, want it. [Baby Bash:] 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 workin' with hot shots Lookin' so famous she's trainin' in hot rocks Dirty dancin' drop tops, keepin' it on pop Doin' them crunk dances, lickin' a lollipop She make it bang like bazookas, she's sweeter than my asuka Hmm, mami chula nobody gon' do it cooler Crimination is pa**ion, she smoke a sweet while she dancin' Y'all might be starin' & glarin' but baby ain't even glancin' She got the real McCoy, now she gon' fill your boy So I'm a feel devoy with some of that thrill & joy Now Baby Bash you a fool, sippin' a margarita Baby you know I want you but I really don't need ya. Hola / Holla She make 'em Hola / Holla. [x4] [Russell Lee:] She dance the salsa She dance to cumbia's She dance meringue & she shakin' it like she want it, want it.