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8Ball Holla Back

one like you I can't explain this thing that I'm going through Something that you doing got me comin back ma Take my number, when you ready holla back

, corners where we selling rocks, afrika bambaataa shit, home of the hip hop, yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back, for foreigners it aint fitted they forgot how to act, 8

Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry Cruising down 8

Out To My Nigga Antonio. Ima Holla At U Folk, 24/7 We Blowin That Smoke. Got Them Goonz Holdin Dat Scope. On Patrol. H2 Hummer, With The 8's Sitten

back in from Cuba, Tea bags for the users Relax you're a loser, ease back or get full of (what!?) These caps out the tool a, Lean back ya' Medulla V's

you shorty, I really mean that Holla at the homie if you ready to change Your lifestyle Cuz i'm livin in a differ-ent game (Off top) [Jazze Pha- Chorus] [8Ball

you can fit inside a whole disc and Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggaz visitin' It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordan of rap I'm back to claim pole position, holla

What's wrong with you? You ain't getting none The shit started off real well Real swell the bitch was talking lovely She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8

shawty always Bankhead, J-rue, I'm sorry man, some shit I cant change When I get up there, we gone ball again, open the gates shawty let me in We gone ball