Holla @ Cha' Boy Lyrics - Laugh Now, Cry Later - Ice Cube

I knew you niggaz would be back 

See, see, you need to fuck with me you know I mean? 

Yeah, you need to holla at your boy, man 

Stop fuckin' with them punk niggaz, man, with that shit 

That's what you get 

That shit stepped on nigga, that's what you get 

I got that raw, I got that, uh 

Twenty-fo' seven 

(Holla @ your boy) 

What you need baby? 

Come on with it, come on with it 

(Holla @ your boy) 

I got it all day, in the hallway 

(Holla @ your boy) 

Sick of that blow up 

(Holla @ your boy) 

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That's what you get for fuckin' with them niggaz 

Come and see me for that real O.G. 

He a O-Z, I'm a whole ki 

Dope as a motherfucker, son, a whole [Incomprehensible] 

Bitches fiend for it, then they lean for it 

It ain't cocaine, but they wanna still blow it 

What you need, what you need 

Hoes offer me the pink slip and the deed 

Treat it just like weed 

Hit the right end, then pass it to her friend 

I'm a hustler, you a customer 

Them other niggaz you like, straight fuckin' ya 

Some of 'em lyin', most of 'em trickin' 

Others are dyin', some of 'em victims 

When you come from South Central LA 

That shit is like dirt weed, a nigga got a headache 

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If you want it raw, now 

Make the call now, look me up, nigga 

(Holla @ your boy) 

Fiendin' for that good shit 

Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby 

(Holla @ your boy) 

I got it all day 

In the hallway on Broadway 

(Holla @ your boy) 

Sick of that blow up 

Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home 

(Holla @ your boy) 

Ice Cube, back then they used to fuck me 

Now that I'm hot, these bitches still love me 

'Cause I'm far from ugly 

Everywhere I go, they wanna kiss and hug me 

They say "Dopeman, dopeman 

I got your money don't turn into Konnan" 

Don't wanna see the G-hand 

I am the man from here to Cleveland 

Don't get mad, I get even 

Try to shake the van, think you're sleepin' 

Oh, my God, this nigga's leakin' 

Somebody best to call the deacon 

Any dose is a overdose 

Leave your punk-ass dead or a comatose 

And if you don't wanna listen 

My shit'll crack you out like Tyrone Biggums 

If you want it raw, now 

Make the call now, look me up, nigga 

(Holla @ your boy) 

Fiendin' for that good shit 

Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby 

(Holla @ your boy) 

I got it all day 

In the hallway on Broadway 

(Holla @ your boy) 

Sick of that blow up 

Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home 

(Holla @ your boy) 

Holla, yeah 

But don't two-way a nigga 

Bitch, that ain't nothin' but a transcript 

Dumb bitch 

(I'll holla) 

Don't two-way a nigga man 

(I'll holla) 

Damn 

If you want it raw, now 

Make the call now, look me up, nigga 

(Holla @ your boy) 

Fiendin' for that good shit 

Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby 

(Holla @ your boy) 

I got it all day 

In the hallway on Broadway 

(Holla @ your boy) 

Sick of that blow up 

Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home 

(Holla @ your boy) 

Twenty years 

I've been servin' you fiends 

For twenty years 

(Holla @ your boy) 

Why would you fuck with anybody else, ha? 

(Holla @ your boy) 

That's why you're fucked up right now, ain't it? 

(Holla @ your boy) 

You need to get at me 

You know I got it and I know you want it 

(Holla @ your boy)o 

Come on, Cube, let me rap on here 

I'm, I'm just tryin' to sack somethin' up