got Fresh batteries she don't need a nigga for shit (hell nah) She a workin woman, nickname Pumpkin, straight out the block In her 'Cedes bumpin, she roll pumpin Da Hol' 9
[Hook: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos] [1] Urbody hit da flo'! my Calico's In the trunk, with the 44 (oh noooo!) [2] Ya boys tryin to come and get me Niggas tryin to
, this yo song Girl, gon' and get yo dance on [Verse 1: Kemo] Yeah, the ghetto maintenence It's all about survival now To switch places, you Da Hol' 9
this yo' song Girl, gon' and get yo' dance on [Verse 1: Kemo] Yeah, the ghetto maintenance It's all about survival now To switch places, you Da Hol' 9
[Hook: Kaos] Caddies, Cutties, and Coups All at the hot spots Navi's, Bourbons We scoopin ol' school drop tops And it don't even matter if them Hatas
cut, its like yo line mo Da Hol' 9 wit me see I'm like that combo, nah mo 6 times the niggas try to subtract and divide Da Hol' 9 But he was just 'vodin
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Out therre on the flo' Yeah uh-uh look at lil' mama She twurkin that hmm na na We love to see them hoes Out therre on the flo' Ass droppin, titties floppin Coochie hole
show, baby girl I blistered toe But you shakin that ass, like Mystikal Put you in a figure fo', she listen to the Da Hol' 9 Every time she on the grind
mugged out herre We cop O's and get blowed, mo ain't no dubs out herre Man I just love out herre, kisses and hugs out herre You find them 9a's wit big
[Verse 1: Kemo] 13 derty, packin artillery Yo couzin, scandalous Yo brother, killin heat yo mother, cant tell you jack shit no, how it really be Even
[Kemo] Da Hol' 9 mo Time to shine it 2-99 mo [Verse 1: Kemo] Like Tony Soprano, lil' derty bedaubing But instead of tortellini, eatin collard green
[Hook x2: Kaos] Oh yes mami, come over here and Lay your head on daddy chest mami And plus ill put them hickies down on Yo necks mami, we could be goin
[whispering] That nah'jae...[x4] [Verse 1: Kemo] Can't remember bein this big, know what I mean love You can see the dick grin, through my jeans Fuck
pussy nigga get peeled quick For a meal ticket, now ya ass dumped up cuz I know that you ain't gon kill no shit Now kneel quick, put holes in ya heel
(feat. Lil' Jon) [Lil' Jon Talking] YEAH! check this out (what's up?) You bout to witness, some real muthafuckin game (okay) All the way from the muthafuckin