Lemmehollatcha (Remix)

[Kemo]

Da Hol' 9 mo, time to shine it

4-99 mo

Remix

[Verse 1: Kemo]

Uh, your homeboy tried to play me and I put the

Red dot up on his head like Arabian (like Arabian?)

Yeah Kemo with the shady grin

Hungry like a cryin baby and, 80 Haiti men (Haiti men)

Plus you niggas mad cuz ya lady friend's

All up on my team, givin me brain out the Mercedes-Benz (she crazy man)

Plus you don't know what 10 of 50 states he in

Maybe in a couple of years kickin it wit Canadians

Fuckin around wit them niggas choppin up they weight again

Fuckin around wit them razor blades and plates again

Nigga don't make me raise the stakes again

I got kin and friends and niggas in the street, they heat up ya meat

Now Kemo Feez about to kick up his feet, I kicks you wit the Elite

I rather spit than serve you up a little chicken feet

Nigga that's a brick of deep, I know you niggas sick of me

So you catch me with a 5th of liquor beat screamin...

[Hook: Kemo]

URR URR! come herre derty

Lemme holla at cha

URR URR! come herre derty

Lemme holla at cha

URR URR! come herre derty

Lemme holla at cha

Lemme holla at cha derty lemme hear ya say

URR URR! come herre derty

Lemme holla at cha

URR URR! come herre derty

Lemme holla at cha

URR URR! come herre derty

Lemme holla at cha

Lemme holla at cha dertyyyyyyyy

[Verse 2: Kaos]

You and ya partna used to roll Tru's and 4's

12's in the back, G'd up all hoes

Urry week you had a suite up in the hotel

Big boys, they don't owe, sell

Them was the days wit the Bov and the fade

Urybody had a minimual wage, but y'all was straight gettin paid

Walkin down the block wit ya 2 rocks, slangin

STL hat, got fat

Now you got word you gettin kicked in

And X put you on that, see you got a rat snitchin

But you already know who it is

That's why you moved ya girl and ya kids a week ago

So handle yo busi-ness

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kemo]

I use a steak up on my plate bitch

I'm hungry and I haven't ate shit, so I advocate to hate shit

Like smokin and knowin what it's laced wit

I emerged from the basement, slappin faces, smilin faces

Time behind the walls got me on some masturbate shit

Plus I had the guard to get my shank and lacerate shit

Bitch it ain't no mystery, soon as they mention me

I, know its a problem cuz of my criminal history

At, any moment I could be down therre again

Stay up, to all my niggas doin time in the pen

And if they ever have to take me back

I'ma remain a black, thurl motherfucka from the northside of the tracks

motherfuckas tryin to buy my soul, yo what is this

All up on my fuckin pole, fuck up out my business

(Tired of urbody askin who the hell we signin wit)

Fuck a major label, they ain't ready for this real shit

[Hook]

[Kemo Talking]

Kaos, A.K.A. Kriss Kreingle

Kemo, A.K.A. Young Ike Turner

DJ Kool Aid, A.K.A. The Big Brawl

Lil' Starburst in the house

McFeezee!

Buck Bam Sham

Da Hol' 9

Hella Thurl

STL, that's what I'm talkin bout

Yeah, ha ha ha