LONE STAR RIDAZ - Hola/Holla lyrics

rate me

(feat. Baby Beesh)

[ad-libs]

[Happy P]

Oh god, I'm hollin' holla, Happy throwed, that's what they yelling

When I roll up in my G-4, we came to spend a couple stacks

Shorts, t-shirts on caps, and we gone drink

Till my people collapse, so line em up

To the end of the bar, I ain't playing slick

Here go a couple of dollars so keep em coming quick

And say what's up ma', she said what's up though

I seen it in her face that the broad was a cut throat

And she's a hustla, she like to stack her chips

And break bread with the click and roll the fancy whips

She told me, ain't nothing fin to stop our shine

And we ain't sipping cristal we sip the rolly with lime

[Chorus]

Hola, holla

She make em holla holla [x4]

She dance the salsa

She dance the cumbias

She dance meringue

And she shaking it like she want it, want it

[Low G]

Esempre, game and waballey le got cinuervo

Orlando, with the finest and the malano

Salsedo, and she love it guess it's the pedro

Throw up ecan, and 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, and I led on go pass arrapio

Pawetta, yeah us thugs try incometa

Wet back, this latino who's representing

Wet back, it's latino que representa

E loc e ghetto yo, and what I wanna do

Is see you shake it fast...

[Chorus]

[Baby Beesh]

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 working with hot shots

Looking so famous she's training in hot rock

Dirty dancing drop tops, keeping it on pop

Doing them crunk dances, licking a loli-pop

She make it bang like bazookas, she's sweeter than my asuka

Hmm, mami chula nobody gone do it cooler

Crimination is passion, she smoke a sweet while she dancing

Y'all might be staring and glaring but baby ain't even glancing

She got the real McCoy, now she gone fill your boy

So I'ma feel devoy with some of that thrill and joy

Now Baby Bash you a fool, sipping a margarita

Baby you know I want you but I really don't need you

[Chorus]