Texty:
Drag On Holla At Your Boy

on your boy Drag, Drag got love for you, c'mon [Chorus: Drag-On] OHH, WEE, holla at your boy Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy All my ladies, come holla at your boy

hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams And that's [Drag-On] (come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference

the dash Duel in the ass Get an Impala Holla watch me (skirrrt) When I pass I'm buring rubber in your yard Diggin up ya grass Drag racin four fifty four

on your hall's walls I make niggaz murals, then escape the bureau's investigation Out in Europe on vacation I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy Here's a round, boy

to a nigga, like me, so I just stay On the grind, stay down for mine tryin' to get mine in daily Holla' at me like you know your foe, chiefin' on that

then escape the bureau's investigation, out in Europe on vacation I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy (Blaow) Here's a round boy (blaow blaow) down boy Sound boy

world go 'round, without a sound We clown low down and dirty with the Dirty Dirty flippin from a nickel bag of weed, to a thirty thirty Holla at ya boy

the mag. The hawk I'll stab it in your back I'll blow your brains, I know your name And where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tips'll hit ya chest

-Man] now come on and gurp wit' me getcha boogie on now come on and gurp wit' me little sister now now come on and gurp wit' me bring your momma too and come on