Da Hol` 9 That Hella-thurl Shit Lyrics

That Hella-thurl Shit Lyrics

[Talking: 1- Kaos 2- Buck Bam Sham 3- Kemo]

1- Young Buck Bam Shammer (laughing)

2- Whut's up derty

1- Give us some of that hella thurl G shit nigga

3- Ya nigga gon lay some nigga dogg



[Kaos]

This that hella thurl shit

This that hella thurl shit

(That hella thurl shit nigga)

This that hella thurl shit

This that hella thurl shit

(That hella thurl shit nigga)



[Verse 1: Kaos]

Dubs, 22's, 24's, it don't matter what you roll mo

Hoes freakin summin for the low low

Iced out, tatt'ed out, bitches sattin ass out

Urbody fucked up shit, got niggas passed out

Titties floppin, niggas watchin, hoes nina poppin

Cedric rounds of that STL, A.K.A. Hatytown

Two do' Cuttie, burnin money

You ain't gotta hold it for me

All my niggas ballin, bitch, she gotta luv it

Smashin hella hos, havin hella dros mo

Rolls, bank mo

20's, 50's and 1 double O

Always actin bad, pants sagged, du rag

Tilted hat, to the back

Yellin where them hoes at



[Hook: Kaos & Chipmunk Voice]

This is that shit for all them bitches and thugs

That beat they subs, pullin up to them clubs

In them trucks, and you ain't gon see shit

But smoke in up out of they nose, cuz all my

Biggas stayed blowed, 24's, that's how we roll

We the type of niggas that'll take that chick

You been wit, for 6 months but see we blitz that bitch

And then we set it out derty, oh

Taches comin off our mouth derty

And then she's gettin the fuck out derty



[Verse 2: Kaos]

Woke up quick, lil' derty at about noon

Babba Bam, Kemo Feezy and my nigga Lil' Chuma

They had, 4 red bones wit a wig, 2 Philippino twins

About to get a suite, kick it in the Chestire Inn

Roll through the dub, bumpin that Hol' 9

Young niggas on my block throwin up gang signs (URR URR!)

Lemme holla at ya derty, goddamnit

We got them trees, them sunflowers without no seeds



[Verse 3: Mr. McFeezee]

Get it like these, get it off that issue

Hot enough to burn through the skin tissue

When the smoke on the way to the mental

Skate bird, they fall off the windshield

Think of all my folks in the pen

I'ma stop, push the end of the boulder

Where ya wanna go, to the ocean again

Tryin to cop wit my pen, keep my herb po-bag in

Tell me where the crack bag is, scales crazy fool inflate

And none of this past is, watchin us

Stickin out of end of the block wit binocular

The hoes say hi, I'ma show you where the tri-piggas at

Checkin out where the helicopters at, boy poppin the gat

Askin em where the hospital at, Mr. McFeezee



[Hook]



[Verse 4: Kemo]

Gangstas, coke dealers, cold scrilla, poverty

Robbery, I'm the neighborhood, role model be

Little kids follow me, teach ghetto psychology

Catch me with the glock next to my cock

And the crack rock'll be

On the way wit Chuma dogg, let's clear up the rumors y'all

Niggas get 26 for bricks, get em for 22 at Ball

Plus my nigga Kaos keep the haos say, parlay I say

Parlay ya dig, pistol play fuck up my day and shit

Weigh this shit, make each one them bitches 28 a zip

We came a long way from choppin yay wit razor blades and shit

Erase a bitch, we rule ya whole existence from the face of this

Nation-ish, consider potential customers of my place or bed

These Show-Me state niggas, they love it when we pack these shows

And watch these labels give me money, stack stack my flow

Speakin on these fuckin subjects that a rapper know

Don't mean to jump off of the subject, but I slap a ho



[Hook]



[Chipmunk Voice Talking]

This some wild ass shit ain't it?

I know you sittin there like "what the fuck?"

America, home of the fuckin dope

Fuck, motherfuckin Bam Sham, you did it again

You fuckin goddamn he did it again

Hella Thurl, Hol' 9

Goddamn you motherfuckas did it again

Another hot ass track, you motherfuckas