Ho'Lat (feat. Krayzie Bone) Lyrics
| Song | Ho'Lat (feat. Krayzie Bone) |
| Artist | Andre Nickatina |
| Album | Andre Nickatina |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Shoot you like a free throw, don’t be no hero | |
| Turnt into a zero, I’m hard to find like Nemo | |
| Pour wine on you like Nino, to the format | |
| Walk on you like a doormat | |
| I made a bet, did they score that? | |
| Man money I fold that, dice I roll that | |
| Tell a freak to HO’LAT | |
| Oh you decided, money you gon’ hide it | |
| And not divide it, never split the pie | |
| And then you’re gonna lie and straight deny it? | |
| Hell's where your souls at, freak you’s a polecat | |
| And I’ma let you know that, and you can’t control that | |
| Straight expose that, until you HO’LAT | |
| Straight to the abyss, with a death wish | |
| Pasta and fish, and cannabis, and a bucket list | |
| That’s bucket list, and stuck in this, like a Stucky Fish | |
| And you know that, snap quick like a Kodak | |
| Homie where is that dro at? Yea you need to roll that | |
| It's time to blow that Fillmoe, HO’LAT | |
| [Verse 2: Krazyie Bone] | |
| Every time I come through, I sit her down what you wan' do? | |
| Knockout a nigga with the 1, 2/ I don’t need a gun dude | |
| And tryna run up was a dumb move, you niggas broke the number 1 rule | |
| Now I gotta show that, lil nigga where the doe at | |
| You gotta reap what you sow jack, homie now you know that | |
| Ain't no thang to throw a couple of blows and tellem HO’LAT | |
| You niggas dealin with a monster, get in ya veins like ganja | |
| I been (raised??) like a doctor, crooked like a copper | |
| Bomb like Osama, Bin Laden drama | |
| And you don’t really want that, the flow clean pullin' kojax | |
| Dope fiends call it cold crack, sippin on the (bozac?) | |
| Tell ya girl to come here so I can see if she a HO’LAT | |
| If not back up off me unless (she tryna boss me)? | |
| Wake em up like caffeine and coffee | |
| You're gonna need an army to disarm me | |
| 'Cus Im never ever heated softly, I keep a fo' fo' gat | |
| Bodies on it call it throw back, Made nigga killin mo' raps | |
| I'm the typa man (???) toss you a hand grenade and say here (??) HO’LAT | |
| [Verse 3: Andre Nickatina] | |
| Being caught up in the aftermath, is like a Magic Johnson pass | |
| Black bag fulla filthy cash | |
| Now you flip the Steve Nash, how long will that last | |
| 'cus time goes real fast | |
| Gonna think you stole that, then you resold that | |
| Had to get that dough back | |
| Now its time to show that, quick control that | |
| Word life HOLD THAT | |
| This is a film mix, like Stanley Kubrik | |
| Nothing to fool with, get ya poolstick | |
| Hit the Que ball, floss my white wall | |
| My rise and my fall | |
| I know you know that, Fillmoe don’t hold back | |
| San Francisco that | |
| Now where’s the hope at where’s the dope at, Homeboy HO’LAT | |
| [Verses 4: Krayzie Bone] | |
| Don’t gimme that shit, you niggas want a little bit of that fix | |
| You know the Krayzie (gassin?) really got hits | |
| You gotta be really swift if you really wanna catch my drift | |
| (Then I come with a slow rap??) peace love hate mo rap | |
| When I spit it on a dope track | |
| Everybody clone that, and get to thinking that they own that, they better HO’LAT | |
| Tell em all look, real, recognize real | |
| Recognize steal and I recon you live | |
| Just with the skills, you can be killed | |
| Especially when they tryna short stop my (meals/ mills) | |
| ??? niggas where the dope at, give it to me let me roll that | |
| Blaze up, lemme smoke that | |
| And im toked, and im loaded, inhale through the throat, HOL’AT |
| Shoot you like a free throw, don' t be no hero | |
| Turnt into a zero, I' m hard to find like Nemo | |
| Pour wine on you like Nino, to the format | |
| Walk on you like a doormat | |
| I made a bet, did they score that? | |
| Man money I fold that, dice I roll that | |
| Tell a freak to HO' LAT | |
| Oh you decided, money you gon' hide it | |
| And not divide it, never split the pie | |
| And then you' re gonna lie and straight deny it? | |
| Hell' s where your souls at, freak you' s a polecat | |
| And I' ma let you know that, and you can' t control that | |
| Straight expose that, until you HO' LAT | |
| Straight to the abyss, with a death wish | |
| Pasta and fish, and cannabis, and a bucket list | |
| That' s bucket list, and stuck in this, like a Stucky Fish | |
| And you know that, snap quick like a Kodak | |
| Homie where is that dro at? Yea you need to roll that | |
| It' s time to blow that Fillmoe, HO' LAT | |
| Verse 2: Krazyie Bone | |
| Every time I come through, I sit her down what you wan' do? | |
| Knockout a nigga with the 1, 2 I don' t need a gun dude | |
| And tryna run up was a dumb move, you niggas broke the number 1 rule | |
| Now I gotta show that, lil nigga where the doe at | |
| You gotta reap what you sow jack, homie now you know that | |
| Ain' t no thang to throw a couple of blows and tellem HO' LAT | |
| You niggas dealin with a monster, get in ya veins like ganja | |
| I been raised?? like a doctor, crooked like a copper | |
| Bomb like Osama, Bin Laden drama | |
| And you don' t really want that, the flow clean pullin' kojax | |
| Dope fiends call it cold crack, sippin on the bozac? | |
| Tell ya girl to come here so I can see if she a HO' LAT | |
| If not back up off me unless she tryna boss me? | |
| Wake em up like caffeine and coffee | |
| You' re gonna need an army to disarm me | |
| ' Cus Im never ever heated softly, I keep a fo' fo' gat | |
| Bodies on it call it throw back, Made nigga killin mo' raps | |
| I' m the typa man ??? toss you a hand grenade and say here ?? HO' LAT | |
| Verse 3: Andre Nickatina | |
| Being caught up in the aftermath, is like a Magic Johnson pass | |
| Black bag fulla filthy cash | |
| Now you flip the Steve Nash, how long will that last | |
| ' cus time goes real fast | |
| Gonna think you stole that, then you resold that | |
| Had to get that dough back | |
| Now its time to show that, quick control that | |
| Word life HOLD THAT | |
| This is a film mix, like Stanley Kubrik | |
| Nothing to fool with, get ya poolstick | |
| Hit the Que ball, floss my white wall | |
| My rise and my fall | |
| I know you know that, Fillmoe don' t hold back | |
| San Francisco that | |
| Now where' s the hope at where' s the dope at, Homeboy HO' LAT | |
| Verses 4: Krayzie Bone | |
| Don' t gimme that shit, you niggas want a little bit of that fix | |
| You know the Krayzie gassin? really got hits | |
| You gotta be really swift if you really wanna catch my drift | |
| Then I come with a slow rap?? peace love hate mo rap | |
| When I spit it on a dope track | |
| Everybody clone that, and get to thinking that they own that, they better HO' LAT | |
| Tell em all look, real, recognize real | |
| Recognize steal and I recon you live | |
| Just with the skills, you can be killed | |
| Especially when they tryna short stop my meals mills | |
| ??? niggas where the dope at, give it to me let me roll that | |
| Blaze up, lemme smoke that | |
| And im toked, and im loaded, inhale through the throat, HOL' AT |
| Shoot you like a free throw, don' t be no hero | |
| Turnt into a zero, I' m hard to find like Nemo | |
| Pour wine on you like Nino, to the format | |
| Walk on you like a doormat | |
| I made a bet, did they score that? | |
| Man money I fold that, dice I roll that | |
| Tell a freak to HO' LAT | |
| Oh you decided, money you gon' hide it | |
| And not divide it, never split the pie | |
| And then you' re gonna lie and straight deny it? | |
| Hell' s where your souls at, freak you' s a polecat | |
| And I' ma let you know that, and you can' t control that | |
| Straight expose that, until you HO' LAT | |
| Straight to the abyss, with a death wish | |
| Pasta and fish, and cannabis, and a bucket list | |
| That' s bucket list, and stuck in this, like a Stucky Fish | |
| And you know that, snap quick like a Kodak | |
| Homie where is that dro at? Yea you need to roll that | |
| It' s time to blow that Fillmoe, HO' LAT | |
| Verse 2: Krazyie Bone | |
| Every time I come through, I sit her down what you wan' do? | |
| Knockout a nigga with the 1, 2 I don' t need a gun dude | |
| And tryna run up was a dumb move, you niggas broke the number 1 rule | |
| Now I gotta show that, lil nigga where the doe at | |
| You gotta reap what you sow jack, homie now you know that | |
| Ain' t no thang to throw a couple of blows and tellem HO' LAT | |
| You niggas dealin with a monster, get in ya veins like ganja | |
| I been raised?? like a doctor, crooked like a copper | |
| Bomb like Osama, Bin Laden drama | |
| And you don' t really want that, the flow clean pullin' kojax | |
| Dope fiends call it cold crack, sippin on the bozac? | |
| Tell ya girl to come here so I can see if she a HO' LAT | |
| If not back up off me unless she tryna boss me? | |
| Wake em up like caffeine and coffee | |
| You' re gonna need an army to disarm me | |
| ' Cus Im never ever heated softly, I keep a fo' fo' gat | |
| Bodies on it call it throw back, Made nigga killin mo' raps | |
| I' m the typa man ??? toss you a hand grenade and say here ?? HO' LAT | |
| Verse 3: Andre Nickatina | |
| Being caught up in the aftermath, is like a Magic Johnson pass | |
| Black bag fulla filthy cash | |
| Now you flip the Steve Nash, how long will that last | |
| ' cus time goes real fast | |
| Gonna think you stole that, then you resold that | |
| Had to get that dough back | |
| Now its time to show that, quick control that | |
| Word life HOLD THAT | |
| This is a film mix, like Stanley Kubrik | |
| Nothing to fool with, get ya poolstick | |
| Hit the Que ball, floss my white wall | |
| My rise and my fall | |
| I know you know that, Fillmoe don' t hold back | |
| San Francisco that | |
| Now where' s the hope at where' s the dope at, Homeboy HO' LAT | |
| Verses 4: Krayzie Bone | |
| Don' t gimme that shit, you niggas want a little bit of that fix | |
| You know the Krayzie gassin? really got hits | |
| You gotta be really swift if you really wanna catch my drift | |
| Then I come with a slow rap?? peace love hate mo rap | |
| When I spit it on a dope track | |
| Everybody clone that, and get to thinking that they own that, they better HO' LAT | |
| Tell em all look, real, recognize real | |
| Recognize steal and I recon you live | |
| Just with the skills, you can be killed | |
| Especially when they tryna short stop my meals mills | |
| ??? niggas where the dope at, give it to me let me roll that | |
| Blaze up, lemme smoke that | |
| And im toked, and im loaded, inhale through the throat, HOL' AT |
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